Don’t mention the time

This post is going to be a bit like an episode of Fawltey Towers insofar as that no matter what happens it is absolutely imperative that you DON’T MENTION THE TIME because it is unspeakably early and WeeGee isn’t asleep and she’s not exactly over the moon about it.

I haven’t been able to blog for a little while because all of the words had fallen out of my head and every time I tried to write something all I could achieve was a blank page. Perhaps being awake at six o’clock on a Sunday morning is the cure for wordy block because I’ve already written 107 words and I’m sure there are a few more where they came from. And yes, of course I mentioned the time. It’s impossible not to mention the time when you are awake at six o’clock on a Sunday morning……

The last time I wrote I felt like my heart had been stolen and replaced with a stone and I was worried about how I was going to go about finding my heart again. It turns out I didn’t need to worry because the answer was staring me square in the face: when you lose your heart all you need is for somebody to come along and help you find it. Every once in a while it occurs to me that the world is actually quite a nice place to live, because every once in a while the world delivers the very thing you need at the very time you need it. For now, that’s all I’m going to say about that, but you can rest assured that all will become clear because when it comes to you guys I can’t keep a secret to save my life xoxoxo

It’s a quarter past six now (yes, I know I mentioned the time) and I’m up to 308 words: take that wordy block.

I’ve had a busy week what with having a social life and having a job and having one of my little thinks. The highlight of my social life was the ever lovely Roddy Woomble at the Jazz Cafe* The highlight of my working week was a rather triumphant project sign off and the highlight of my little think was remembering that I am well enough to have a week long little think without jumping off the cliff. Go me.

06:24. 400 words on the nose. Do you think 400 words mean that my writers block is cured?

I’m looking forward to today because I’ve got an awesome little day to myself planned and I do so love an awesome little day to myself. I’ve decided that today is going to be about doing all of the things that WeeGee loves doing when she’s by herself – like tidying up, and cooking, and knitting, and reading all the lovely blogs that I keep not finding the time to read. Sorry about that by the way.

Anyway. I’ve made it to six thirty and I’ve just tipped the 500 word mark, so I think I might call it a day, hit publish and see if I can’t get myself back to sleep for a little while. You never know, I might even be back later because I’ve picked up a couple of those exciting blog awards and its about time I got around to accepting them.

I leave you today with a song. I’ve known the song for quite a while, but I hadn’t really noticed exactly how beautiful it was until I heard it live and my heart melted:

06:33. 599 words. Over and out.

Lots of love, WeeGee xoxoxoxoxox

*Actually, there was another social highlight but I’m keeping it to myself for now 🙂