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| Ron Moody as Fagin in the film 'Oliver!' |
Its that Dickensian time of year again, the last few days before the Big Day. I finished my shopping today, and the presents are wrapped and under the tree. And now I am taking a bit of time to sit on the sofa and think about the last six months, and the next. Its been a very complicated time. I've:
- written about 50,000 words at least
- helped to organise my stepfather's funeral
- helped to care for my grieving mother
- grieved myself, too
- been to my niece's wedding
- fallen in love with Him
- And fallen back in love with Him
- and met him. (He's wonderful.)
- and changed my opinion of this. (Its a beautifully written book, in case you wondered.)
- unblocked the drains (AGAIN)
- fallen on the ice (AGAIN)
- drifted in a dreamworld for most of the time.
I've also failed to:
- meditate
- do daily yoga
- write many blog posts
- finish my Victorian Bodice-ripper novel
- look after myself in much of a tangible way
- understand why I need to write 50,000 words of Sherlock fanfiction (It's about my father, apparently.)
But can this 'felon be a felon all her life?' (As the song goes.) My plan for the next few months in beginning to form, thanks partly due to the help in
this book , which is amazing. So at this point, as I see it, 2012 is going to be the year of:
- meditation
- yoga
- reading more great fiction and even a bit of poetry
- finishing that Victorian Bodice-ripper
- okay, look, I can't see me not still being addicted to this, can you?
- writing writing writing
- and maybe taking a life drawing class. But don't quote me on that.
- And going to this. For def.
- And writing more posts for this blog. And another one that I am secretly incubating, with the possible involvement of lemons. Watch this space....
And now I have to go and have a lie down and try not to think about Benny in that sheet.... I may be some time.
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