I can’t sleep.
It’s the effect of winning the Author Blog Award.
I’m too excited and I want to DO stuff.
I want to plot my novel.
I’ve got an idea now I just need a dollop of time.
I thought about writing it in the shop.
I'll start as soon as the two women stop dithering over the brass miniatures, I thought.
It’s three for a pound and I’ve written the offer on a giant label.
For some reason people take longer deciding over these ornaments than over a five hundred pound crystal chandelier.
“A pound for one?” one of them asked.
“No, a pound for three pieces.”
Uncertain what to do with the brass eggs they tried balancing them on top of the mini candlestick.
“What about this?” one said, holding up a brass basket.
“Yes, you can have three of those, or mix them up.”
“How much is it?”
“Three for a pound.”
This is more than a £1.00 of my time, I thought. Then realised it probably wasn’t.
Apart from writing my novel, I also want to learn stuff about applications and widgets and embedding.
I’m suddenly bored of saying I’m not technical.
Why can’t I be technical?
I’m the sort of girl that gets excited about a good pair of wire strippers. Surely I can learn this computer stuff.
Furthermore, I’m determined to understand twitter. I wasn’t bothered about it until my blog got short-listed and I suddenly realised the time had come to embrace it.
So far I write a tweet and think what a stupid tweet that was.
Then I wish I could delete the tweet.
But to delete it you have to write a new tweet.
So I do.
Then I think what a stupid tweet that was.
So I tweet again.
Oh look, I have one less follower.
The mistake is to care so much.
It's just the excitement of having my blog noticed by so many people.
I’ll calm down soon enough.
I might even get offline for five minutes and scribble the plot for this new novel on good old pen and paper.
I’ll start when the next lot of women are finished choosing their ornaments.
They’ll be stuck between the egg, the candlestick and the basket.
They won’t realise they can have all three for a pound.
It’s so silly I might even tweet about it.