Grr! As some of you know, cowboys are my weakness… I had to wear my cowgirl boots to work on Friday in an attempt to lasso some Texas Cowgirl Spirit. I had an “emotional gust” on Thursday, some might call it a TANTRUM. Where did all that fury come from? Haven’t seen that in a long, long time. I was spitting bullets! My boss took me out for lunch on Friday to see if I was OK. He cheered me up with chips. All is now calm again now.
I’m on writing retreat at the Palace of Solitude for the weekend. I plan to speak to nobody between 5.30pm Friday and 9.30am Monday. I have serious writing work to do. And of course I have to grapple with the attempt to retrieve documents – any documents – from my defunkt laptop. I fear I have been putting this off. Because, quite frankly, I am scared.
So I am harnessing the power of that tall drink of water Gary Cooper in getting to grips with it. I have had 3 of his griddle cakes with butter and maple syrup (yum) and as soon as I press the “publish” button on this I will get the mini screwdriver set that Rosalind has loaned me and pretend to myself that I know what I am doing.
I was toying with the idea of making a cake for the Audio Gold boys as today is Record Shop Day. But this would be procrastinating wouldn’t it? And also it would mean breaking my weekend vow of silence…
