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Lit & Phil
Feb. 22nd, 2008 11:20 amI finally got to the Lit & Phil yesterday, although I very nearly gave up trying. Everything seemed to be conspiring to hold me up and when finally I couldn't find my new keys, I nearly gave up and went for a lie-down instead. When I eventually found the old ones, which I had lost, (inside my handbag lining as there appears to be a hole), I almost drove off in my slippers. I know the Lit & Phil is always full of odd people, and I'm sure people have turned up in their slippers many times, but I'm not ready to be that odd just yet. I doubt that anyone would notice, though.
It was surprisingly full for an afternoon, with several people at each table, all beavering away at their writing. One of the things I love about the Lit & Phil is the way it's full of concentrated interest and attention, but very very quiet. It's very conducive to thought and reflection and encourages me to get on with things myself. Even though it was pretty full, I still managed to get my favourite seat, which is childish of me, but seems to be pretty much general. I always see people sitting in the same seats!
Yesterday, however, I was very tired after having a bad night, and I kept finding myself waking up from a few microseconds sleep, while still sitting upright and still writing. I actually managed to incorporate a dream into the text, which seemed to work quite well for the thing I have just started. Maybe I shall put lots of dreams in. If I italicise them, I imagine any putative readers would realise what's going on.
Who am I kidding? I doubt it will every be finished and if it is I shall probably chuck it as I have done so many things over the course of my life. Never mind, I'm enjoying doing it.
I may go again this afternoon, although as John is off to Ipswich and Charles is going to his differently-sane band practice, I may just stay at home and type up the stuff I wrote yesterday. I also have a horribly difficult database of my poetry to get on with. I've done the database with no problem and was surprised to find that I have over 250 finished poems, but now I have to work out how to link each entry with the poem itself, so that I can call it up to print from the database.
Several people have made suggestions, but since it seems necessary to call up DOS, I'm not sure I'm capable. I don't think I know how to call up DOS from within an application. I must search for the manual!
Before I do anything, though, I must strip the bedclothes from my bed and put them in the wash. Morgan came in and draped himself lovingly over me while I was still in bed, but unfortunately he was wet through and gritty! Sometimes I think they do it just to get dry!
I shall also have to think about replacing my beloved cheapo handbag. The lining is too badly torn for me to repair it, although the bag itself is made of one of those modern miracle fabrics which never seem to get scuffed and always look like new. The trouble is, that I'm not sure where I bought it and I suspect it was one of the stalls in the Green Market which has now been demolished in the interests of Big Business and Capitalism!
Maybe I shall have to arrange a trip to the Metro Centre next week.
Meantime, although I have now found my lost front door key inside the bag lining, I have now lost its replacement. John is getting cross.
It was surprisingly full for an afternoon, with several people at each table, all beavering away at their writing. One of the things I love about the Lit & Phil is the way it's full of concentrated interest and attention, but very very quiet. It's very conducive to thought and reflection and encourages me to get on with things myself. Even though it was pretty full, I still managed to get my favourite seat, which is childish of me, but seems to be pretty much general. I always see people sitting in the same seats!
Yesterday, however, I was very tired after having a bad night, and I kept finding myself waking up from a few microseconds sleep, while still sitting upright and still writing. I actually managed to incorporate a dream into the text, which seemed to work quite well for the thing I have just started. Maybe I shall put lots of dreams in. If I italicise them, I imagine any putative readers would realise what's going on.
Who am I kidding? I doubt it will every be finished and if it is I shall probably chuck it as I have done so many things over the course of my life. Never mind, I'm enjoying doing it.
I may go again this afternoon, although as John is off to Ipswich and Charles is going to his differently-sane band practice, I may just stay at home and type up the stuff I wrote yesterday. I also have a horribly difficult database of my poetry to get on with. I've done the database with no problem and was surprised to find that I have over 250 finished poems, but now I have to work out how to link each entry with the poem itself, so that I can call it up to print from the database.
Several people have made suggestions, but since it seems necessary to call up DOS, I'm not sure I'm capable. I don't think I know how to call up DOS from within an application. I must search for the manual!
Before I do anything, though, I must strip the bedclothes from my bed and put them in the wash. Morgan came in and draped himself lovingly over me while I was still in bed, but unfortunately he was wet through and gritty! Sometimes I think they do it just to get dry!
I shall also have to think about replacing my beloved cheapo handbag. The lining is too badly torn for me to repair it, although the bag itself is made of one of those modern miracle fabrics which never seem to get scuffed and always look like new. The trouble is, that I'm not sure where I bought it and I suspect it was one of the stalls in the Green Market which has now been demolished in the interests of Big Business and Capitalism!
Maybe I shall have to arrange a trip to the Metro Centre next week.
Meantime, although I have now found my lost front door key inside the bag lining, I have now lost its replacement. John is getting cross.
