Well, that is if you exclude Remus and Gracie following me from room to room. They are never far out of sight! Thank you Michelle Martinoli (photographer) for today’s image. The girls at school, the little ones at preschool all day on Thursdays with a packed lunch and Sindy usually off until home time. Just me trying to work on my new project. Did I tell you about my idea for writing short stories with moral outcomes. Fuck! It’s really hard to get my head around writing fiction. And apologies for the ‘F’ word, but it is the perfect word to describe myself being at a loss for words. The day has been broken by the occasional text or phone call, a document to sign. So really not such a quiet Thursday after all. I don’t think that I have written an essay or short story since my Uni Days, but that work, like my diary was pretty factual. A little internet research has lead me to the formula for writing a good short story however. You start with a Crisis. You develop your characters quickly and set the location for your prose. Then you unravel your plot… I want to work on the content of several stories loosely based on a few of Aesop’s Fables, but I’m still having trouble figuring out the best ones to consider. If they were all as straight forward as ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’, now that would be great. Thor would be the perfect candidate for that storyline! And it is an easy story to follow. I am trying to imagine stories that grown ups would enjoy reading, but have content that can be simplified into a shorter story with child appeal that could be illustrated and would be fun to read! Not an easy ask. Any thoughts out there?
On another matter, it’s a real bugger not driving a car. It seems that Sindy, our nanny is heavily relied upon. She did not take this morning off, rather take Caleb back to the hospital for his plaster cast to be removed. Woohoo, he is now a regular little boy again, one without a broken arm. They are due back in an hour or so, after the school run. I’m really looking forward to seeing Calo, but hoping hard that he will try to be a little less ballistic. But trying to tell a three year old to ‘take it easy’ is in itself not an easy ask.
John off to Dublin this afternoon to visit his Mum Hazel for her birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday Hazel, from us all Xxx