Constipation of the mind.

Hello! It's been a while.
Now you've heard of writers block, but this was something else: severe blog block. (I think I may have coined a term.) A.K.A Constipation of the mind.

And now, after 3 weeks it's all ready to come out. So prepare for a whole mess of crap to explode on you, though it's literary crap, not actual crap, so that's something.

So first things first, I finished my (well I think it's my 5th edit, but I'm beginning to lose count) edit of the novel yesterday, which I think has helped with my blockage. It only took 3 and a half months and despite still being around 20,000 words too long, I'm definitely on the right line. I cut out a massive ten chapters from the original, which has to count for something and hopefully with a couple of weeks away from it and then another edit and polish, I should be almost ready to consider sending it out again. It's time for some more rejections! Whoop!

In all honesty though, it just feels good to have been working on something so long (4 years, 3 months and counting) and to still feel excited about it. Let's hope I can keep it up another decade or so, because that's probably how long it will take. Though I am also lucky that it's a series so if at any point I do become frustrated, I can work on the next two books. *taps head* 'Not just a hat rack, my friends'

On a completely random note, I'd forgotten Emilio Estevez and Kristen Scott Thomas were in the first Mission Impossible, which I am watching right now, courtesy of the wonder of Netflix. I love Emilio Estevez, especially from Mighty Ducks. Ledge! And Kristen Scott Thomas in all her wondrous Englishness, shines in any film. The old school email is amazing, with a little envelope that zooms off into cyber space. He he.

Okay, enough of the film I'm watching, that you can't see. Women snore. Did you know that? It's not just men, no no, it's drunk women too. At the weekend I was at a hen do. 14 of us slept in a beautifully converted barn. The first night I didn't sleep due to dehydration, light and weird birds you don't get in London chirping at the window at 5.15. (I'd been awake since 3.15 and couldn't get back)

Then the second night I couldn't sleep due to snoring room mate. 2 hours of that and I gave up, got up and found two stragglers still drinking the night away. I've never felt quite so sober in my life, except that night in Standish that I'm not allowed to talk about (CT and JO....you know what I'm talking about.) When I came back, luckily she'd rolled over and only gave the occasional snore. But then one of the ladies upstairs started giving it some. Needless to say I could hear them through the ceiling and got about 2 hours sleep that night. How I managed to function all day Saturday and Sunday, I'll never know.

Now to inhibitions or lack of them. Now we went to Alton Towers for the hen do, which was great! I hadn't been since college about 13 years ago, so it was long overdue. But back then I'd been open to so much more. Yes I'll be shot down to hell on a trough; yes I'll let you spin me and dip be upside down and basically whatever you want to. But now it's different and peer pressure doesn't work on me. If I look at something and think, no way, then no way, I ain't going on it.

I have developed a dislike for extremely long, steep drops and spinning things, which now make me all dizzy and sick. Honestly, old age makes you boring. Ha! I went on 13 and Rita, but chickened out of Air (if I wanted to fly, I'd become a bird) and Oblivion. "Dare you ride the Oblivion and live?" No thanks. I went on that when I was 17 and it was horrible then, it isn't going to have got any better now. You are queuing to be plummeted to hell. Nemesis on the other hand is still awesome and surprisingly tame compared to 13 and Rita. I enjoyed the whole dangling feet, though I was slightly concerned that my Dr Marten dolly shoes might fall off, leaving me shoeless. Thankfully not.

We rode the Runaway Mine Train - still a classic - but it was renamed the Runaway Bride Train (see what he did there) and that was the only ride we managed to get all 14 of us on, much to the Groom's mother's delight. ha ha. Four of us went on the rapids. I wore my Nordoff Robbins (Music Therapy Charity) poncho that I got at the Half marathon last year, promoting my charity and staying mostly dry. The only downfall of the day was no one wanting to go on the log flume, because it was cold and rainy. BOOOOOO! I love the fucking log flume, it's awesome. Anyhoo, it wasn't about me and I'll get over it.

Oh by the way, the new ride opening there this month, The Smiler, looks absolutely terrible. Or 'relentless' as CT said. It looks like it would never stop, just keep spiraling and hurtling and jerking and plummeting. If that was open, I'd have chickened out of that as well. Ha!

Now I was terrified of the hen do games, but it actually turned out that I was a champion at cock hoopla. Who would have thought? 3 out of 6 rings on the cock. Yeah baby! Champion! But bollock football is extremely difficult and I would recommend more space than we had. It can get quite aggressive.

On a completely separate note, why do these special K taste different than usual? Shouldn't they always taste the same? Weird.

Only 1 episode left of Prison Break Season 4 and then the Final Break double episode. I don't know what I'll do once its finished, (except a lengthy blog detailing how amazing it is). I may be behind the times several years. I may not have watched it when it came out but these characters have become imbedded in my mind. I find myself connecting with them, analysing them and really feeling for them. That's quality writers and quality actors. I mourn the end.

The sun is shining and later I'm taking the little boy I look after, to the Transport Museum. *Giddy*. I've never been before, mainly because you have to pay a tenner, but they have an annual pass so I'll go for free with the little man. He he. Awesome! And I get paid for doing this. I love my job.

Finally, gnarled leafless trees mean more to me than beautiful cherry blossoms. What does that say about me?

Happy Thursday. Enjoy the long Bank Holiday Weekend.