Sometimes you just can’t write.
Usually, I make a great effort to ensure my posts for this blog are published live on time, but I send my apologies for the lateness of this one. Truth to tell, I haven’t been consulting my diary much lately and for long periods I’ve not even been near it, nor my laptop. I’m of the old school where I prefer to use one of the large ‘physical’ desk diaries which displays a week spread over two pages – I’ve just never quite got into the hang of using an electronic one on my laptop.
The days of the last few weeks have been one massive blur, and I’ve pretty well lost count. With no diary to hand, some days I’ve not had a clue of what I’ve had planned. You can imagine my horror when I saw today that I should have posted something yesterday! My Wrangler posts are usually roughly plotted out a few days ahead of schedule, but clearly not this time.
Is there anyone reading this post who also relies on a desk diary, like I do?
Recently, I’ve been away from home quite a lot. I’ve been to London and then to Madeira, both occasions of great happiness and enjoyment for me. However, in between times, I’ve also been visiting relatives who live a 300 mile round trip away. That has meant overnight stays. Overnight stays with no diary to hand and when writing has taken a back seat to pressing family matters.
I’m part of a close extended family and we tend to rally round when there is someone sick. Whether the person is at home, or in the hospital, there’s always some practical task which can be done to help around the household, as well as visiting the patient. My brother-in-law has been through the most awful chemo therapy and it has taken its toll; he’s currently in and out of hospital like a yo-yo. Cancer is no respecter of timing, as you’ll see in a moment.
We also tend to congregate when a new baby arrives on the scene. New life is so precious and is well cherished. It’s lovely for the new mum to show off her new baby and to receive good wishes and gifts. Seeing my great-nephew just hours after he was born, was a joy I’m glad I didn’t miss. He’s a little cutie.
When both of the above situations occur at the same time within the same branch of a family, it’s a situation I’d rather not wish on anyone. It was very poignant and heartbreaking to visit the sick patient immediately after seeing the baby. Especially so the next day when he was too ill to hold the baby for very long; his first grandchild.
On another positive note, though, a family member who lives in California is visiting Scotland just now – so time has also been spent getting updates on my American relatives.
Life in all its colours. Some writers might manage to make some sort of story out of such a situation but at the moment I can’t get beyond the practicalities. My diary dates have not been as pressing as that family contact.
Can you see yourself using a similar plot situation in a novel? It’s too close to home for me but I have read stories that have had comparable themes.
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