Current work: should be fiction but I could do with some archive time
Listening to: Bach
Reading: Elizabeth Oldfield, Vintage Babes
Am finding it a bit hard to settle at the moment. I’m not quite back in routine and this week really does seem to be a stinker. Yesterday things came in threes. First up, communications from my accountant – I would really like to have someone like my lovely first accountant (who retired or I’d still be with him), someone who’d give a personal service in a reasonable time and who understood what I do for a living instead of a faceless corporate outfit that makes mistakes three years running (not nitpicky ones either), sends me inappropriate letters (the latest, ‘You can pick up your papers when you’re ready’ – um, I did that last month) and then asks me to recommend them to others… (Cough. The Society of Authors are sending me their list of accountants in my area, and Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs have been very nice and explained what I need to do to change accountants – simply fill in a form.) Then I discovered a real stinker of a review for one of my nonfiction books. DH says to ignore it because you can’t please everyone, but that’s a lot easier said than done, sigh. And then I compounded it all by upsetting someone I like and respect very much (not intentionally and I have apologised, but even so I feel bad about it). So right now I'm down in the dumps.
When I’m fidgety like this, it’s eat chocolate or have a music-and-books spending spree. Yesterday, I ended up doing both. Bought a pile of research books, another guitar CD (this one has Nicola Hall playing one of the tracks – recommended by my guitar teacher) and Kate Rusby’s ‘Awkward Annie’ (having heard bits on YouTube – I love her voice. And thank you, Michelle, for the recommendation). Oh, and I pre-ordered Robert Plant’s new CD. Still, at least I stayed off the antiquarian books – possibly because I’ve already had my fix this week with MR James’s ‘Norfolk and Suffolk’ (AND it had a dustjacket… am v pleased).