Fantastic day!

I am rather ashamed to admit (OK, actually I'm not ashamed at all) that as soon as I wrote that headline the 80s track of the same name by Haircut 100 started playing in my head. So of course I had to Google it, which led me to You Tube, and I have now fully reacquainted myself with the whole song, and their other great hit, Love Plus One. I love eighties music so much - they just don't write songs like they used to!

Anyway, I digress. It's a fantastic day for a number of reasons - firstly, the weather is just beautiful. It's bright and sunny, with the odd puffy cloud, and the Rangitoto Channel is bright blue. The breeze has just about reached 15 knots, as there is the odd sheep in the paddock, but it's a friendly, warm, summer breeze. Days like this I love the view from my desk! (In fact, every day I love the view from my desk, but it is particularly glam today.)

I am also feeling fantastic because I have had a great writing day. I got down to business on time, and the words just started flowing out. I don't know whether it's because of the framework I laid down in the synopsis I wrote two weeks ago, or whether I'm just ready to get on with it. I certainly feel I am up to a really exciting part in the story, with lots of juicy thing about to happen. Or maybe I'm just in the sweet spot mentally today. Either way, I wrote 3500 words - and did all the other little writing-biz things on my to-do list for the first time in ages. And I also wrote in the afternoon for an hour or so, on my non-fiction project, which went really well too. So yes, today, I am a writer, and I have written.

Recent reading
I managed to finish Lady Chatterley not long after posting; it didn't end at all how I expected, but underscored my understanding of why it was banned. To hell with the sex - the whole thing would have been way too subversive in the 1920s.
I also whipped through Twopence to Cross the Mersey - I will have to get hold of the later volumes from the library, as I remember enjoying reading them again. A timely reminder of how bad things got during the 1930s.
I am currently rollicking through The Lost Army of Cambyses by Paul Sussman, a ripsnorting thriller about archaeology and terrorism in Egypt. It's pretty lightweight but it tears along and it is great to read about places I've been (and am also currently writing about, although in a historical context).