Iona Winter

“And so you’re back, from outer space.” It’s hilarious that these lyrics should come into my mind, when I’m actually supposed to be writing a novel. NOW.

Yes I am back from pseudo-outer-space, on the blog I abandoned like an unwanted kitten last year. I am terribly sorry dear blog. I won’t leave you like that again. I promise.

Did that sound convincing enough? I hope so.

If I think about it long enough (yes thinking is yet another distraction from writing the novel) music often pops into my head at random times. A pleasant interlude between sleep and the realities of daily life.

Why wouldn’t I want to get lost in a song? Because I’ve got a novel (aka “Thesis and Exegesis”) to write. NOW.

Alright, alright, I get it. NOW get off my back will you!

Ambling home today, I wondered why people in cars were being aggressive towards me. The light told me to walk and so I did.  Scowling women, their faces hovering above their steering wheels, glared at me. It was almost as if my simple act of walking (as opposed to jogging in the lycra I imagined they’d be wearing) across the PEDESTRIAN CROSSING angered them.

And so I took my time. I felt justified in slowing my pace. Much more civilised than a two fingered wave, I figure. Actually maybe it was a two fingered wave, just a covert one.

Pace, timing, mood, setting, plot, subtext. See it’s all there being tumbled around in my head. None of it making much sense. I even forgot what a verb was today. Perhaps I’m not yet fully back, from outer space!