Bollocks: Foiled again

After a long bout of seven day working weeks, it would appear that my abused brain and body decided to force me into shutdown mode.

I began house and cat sitting for a friend on Friday. Having a house to myself for five weeks means I have a writing space that does not have to be dismantled at the end of each day, so I excitedly arranged the kitchen table in preparation not only for a long weekend of chapter seven composition, but for five weeks of productivity.

Thwarted Before I Began

Saturday morning, I awoke. I rushed to the bathroom and set the pattern for the rest of my weekend. I spent the long Easter/ANZAC Day weekend rushing between the bed or couch and the ladies powder room developing an intimate relationship with the flushing porcelain item in the corner. I shall say no more.

The same thing happened to me last Easter as well. Hmm? And I was house and cat sitting for Alisya then too! Weird.

So no, there was no productivity, although I am close to feeling cleansed. (Cleansed, but not yet refreshed.)

Now there will just be the stress and guilt associated with the loss of four precious writing days to deal with. For the sake of my productivity, I will try to forget about it. Let’s look on the positive side. After a long stint of seven day working weeks, I must have needed a break to cleanse and refresh.

I think it is fast getting to the stage where I may have to totally withdraw from the world or my Magnificent Octopus/Blasted Thesis will never be finished! Can one survive with no income I wonder?

Whatever happened to those wonderful days when rich people would serve as patrons to artistes enabling said artistes to bum around, I mean, dedicate themselves to their creative endeavours? Sigh. I wish I was a doctoral student about two hundred years ago.

I think it might be time to have another hissy fit and abscond to London.

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4 thoughts on “Bollocks: Foiled again

  1. Jett Girl says:

    NO!!!!!!!!!!! ABSCOND TO ST KILDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i really think you’re right that your body just needed to fall in a heap for a few days gorgeous. also changing houses means changing water which takes adjusting to. i am starting to say to everyone i know to always have a box each of gastrostop and gastrolyte at home, $8 to save a lot of grief 🙂 🙂 ooh Magnificent Octopus, is that a quote? xxxx

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    • Yes, I think absconding to St Kilda is an excellent Plan B. I have enough savings to do that right now!! The water! Of course! And I can tell it’s different because my towels came out of the washing machine all dry and crusty, which means hard water. (Not complaining about that because I love it when towels are fresh from the washing machine all dry and crusty.) Magnificent Octopus is a quote. Richard Curtis and Ben Elton in Blackadder the Third. It is what Baldrick calls his “navel” about a little sausage. Back to the powder room for me!

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  2. Sarah Waddams says:

    hahaha 🙂 or a hissy fit in the streets of Paris :p but make sure there are no expensive jam jars
    If you do decide upon a trip to London then give me a holler would be super fabulous to meet up with you, or you could come up Sheffield way and crash at ours!! xx

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