Current work: Medical
Listening to: Bach
Reading: Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Keep (enjoying)
Still up to eyes. Have been reminiscing about school, and my kids can’t get their heads round the fact that my school buildings used to be part of a military hospital, i.e. they were Nissen huts and freezing cold in the winter. They’re also freaked by the fact I had school on Saturday mornings. And that when there was too much snow on the hockey/rugby pitches, you were sent for a cross-country run round the whole school grounds in said snow and you weren’t allowed to wear tracksuit bottoms: it had to be PE kilts for girls and shorts for boys.
Ghosts? Ah, yes. It was allegedly haunted.
So all this was quite good fodder for a novelist in training. (I did eventually use the school pond and the ban on ice-skating on said pond in my last Medical, The Firefighter and Nurse Loveday.)
Oh, and just in case you think I’m joking about the Nissen huts – there’s a nice aerial shot here at the Wymondham College Remembered website from my first year at the school. Definitely character-forming :o) (And kudos to Bill Atkins for putting all that material together. Fascinating stuff!)
Righty. Back to the typeface. Must put in more effort today and not let get self distracted because the book is at THAT stage, i.e. I think it’s a pile of poo and hate it. Next week, it will be better, but this is the sucky writing week. Just as well I know my process or I’d be hitting the chocolate!