Reworking

It’s almost 03.00 and tonight’s insomnia is biting hard but I’m not feeling very well and that’s a significant factor in being awake right now. I slept for a couple of hours but woke feeling uncomfortable (see not feeling very well). After fruitless efforts to find my way back to sleep the dogs and I got up.

Sidenote: why is it when I get up all of the dogs need to accompany me, even if I’m only heading to the bathroom for a pee?

Anyway. I came downstairs because I needed to refill my glass of squash so, inevitably, I wandered around the garden for a few minutes because Mikey – cute though he is – hasn’t figured out how to use the dogflap yet. I say ‘yet’ but it’s looking like he never will. Did I mention it’s minus 2c out there? That’s not exactly the temperature to go wandering around the garden at 01.00, believe me!

So, I hear you ask, what have you been doing for the almost 2 hours since then, and that’s a good question. In my unwell (obviously fevered) state, I decided it would be a very good idea to blow the dust off the manuscript of the first novel I had published way back in 2004 and stone me, that was 24 years ago!

Well, I’m going to try and redo Crossing The Line and do something with it. I’m not altogether too certain what ‘do something with it’ means, but I’m at least rewriting and giving it a very heavy edit so it’s not painfully awful to read (yes, it is painfully awful to read).

So that’s what I’ve been doing for the last couple of hours. I’ve been sitting here with Mavis on my left, Mikey on my right, and Robyn across my feet, and working on an ancient manuscript.

Oh well, at least it’s kept me from going to the gym which, according to the app, currently has fewer than 5 people in there. Maybe I should have done that instead?