Voices in my head

I had a bad writing day yesterday; like in the old days. Voices in my head telling me it was all crap, asking why I was wasting my time. It would never be any good... And when I read back what I'd written, why, sure enough, the voice was right.

I buckled for a bit. It was a bad morning. Then I realised I just had to tell it (the voice, my editor, the devilish creature, whatever the hell it is) to bugger right off. My goal isn't to write a perfect manuscript but to get the story in the right order.

Husband took me to a newish Japanese canteen a few doors away where I inadvertently ate wheat noodles (I thought udon were rice noodles...)

Then I got a tuk tuk to Starbucks in soi 49. It was lovely and cool in there and I settled into a sofa to try and write.

It was tough, I won't lie. I people watched; checked out Twitter and Facebook and I wasted at least ten minutes taking these photographs of the plant shadows on the blind.

But I wrote until I was 25 words short of today's aim, 4000 words. No matter how hard I tried those 25 words wouldn't come.

I will try and make up for it today.

(Random) Friday Photo

Yesterday was a Bad Day.

I toyed with flinging my manuscript out of the window. There was an unusual but welcome wind; from the 21st floor it might have made an interesting piece of performance art.

Instead I took myself off for some chocolate a walk down my new soi. I spotted this random teapot which stood about 75cm tall. I would rather like one for my balcony but maybe not in red.

The teapot cheered me up but not as much as the Dairy Milk Chocolate.