Reading: Pigeon English by Stephen Kelman
What it's like outside: Meh.
Behold! The shaky beginnings of another day (I take one last thirsty sip of my first coffee of the morning). But today is different. Today! Is! Bank! Holiday! Monday!
A day in which I stay home. The house has a Monday feel though, and I get this sneaky feeling that I'm skipping school. But I am not.
But you know what's so ironic? I've already crammed in everything I needed to do into Saturday and yesterday (clean the house, exercise, run through wedding day requirements with a fine-toothed comb, finish the first draft of Drowning Rachel, visit Morrisons to buy more hay fever tablets), and I literally only have one thing on my Teux-Deux List for today: nothing.
But I'm sure I can find something else to do.
I could - have another cup of coffee!
I could - work on next week's exercise for my writing group, the one that's supposed to be a relevatory experience in their capacity for dreaming the undreamable, seeing the unseeable, writing what's invisible, tapping into that most sacred, most devastatingly fragile part of the human condition.
I could - chew my nails as I wait to hear back from my editor (on one book) and an agent (on another book).
I could - write a letter to my friend.
I could - visit my neighbour's cat!
Today opens before me like a great book. Who knows what's in store?
Whatever you do today, here's to getting the most out of it.
Enjoy your Monday!