Iona Winter

These past few weeks I’ve become fascinated with my eating. Well perhaps my use of ‘fascinated’ is overly generous…I’ve become somewhat obsessed.

I know, I know, NOBODY wants to read another blog from a woman wittering on about weight, diets, how much they eat and so on. So I’ll stop right there. Okay? I promise. You, dear readers are already keenly aware of my penchant for dark chocolate.

To other matters of the writing-kind.

I finally received some feedback. HOORAH…HOORAY!

BUT I received HALF of the expected feedback. How does one represent a half sized ‘hoorah hooray’? Just like that I suppose.

Disappointed? You bet I am. HOWEVER I quickly got over it and decided to shortlist (in my head) trustworthy people to read ‘The Novel’. Well used to critical feedback, I’m sure I won’t be withered (much) by what they have to say (when I get around to handing them said ‘Novel’).

Anything’s better than nothing, right? Some people might call me resilient.

Back to the writing. To my joy I am in a phase of early waking (between the delightful hours of 2-5am) and jotting down random ‘Novel’ associated thoughts. I can’t go back to sleep if I try to ignore them (I’ve tried). It’s truly a mixed blessing.

Yesterday I immersed myself in a re-worked meta analysis (fancy term for the overall shape). AND I’m very aware of what is missing in ‘The Novel’. There seems to be a great deal to do, with only a few months before I hand in the thesis version. I have visions of MUCH hand-wringing and wonder how I will manage (sans feedback and being over 1400kms away once I move towns).

Ah yes, I confess I am anxious, and will require some dark chocolatey sustenance I predict. It would appear that writing (for moi) has a very cosy relationship with food.

Distractions, distractions, distractions…