I know I’ve been a little MIA this weekend, but I promise I’ll be back on track tomorrow and will come and visit all your lovely blogs.
It’s a Bank Holiday Weekend in Ireland and was also mine and The Boy’s Three Year Anniversary.
We didn’t do anything major, because we’re going to London next weekend, but we still had some lovely hanging-out time.
We went to a new market on Saturday that opened in Dublin last weekend in the Point Village and it’s all sorts of amazing! So much food, old records, live performances, vintage clothing, books, pretty much everything.
Then we made our way to the Quays for the Maritime Festival and looked at the pretty boats and ate hotdogs.
But a most wonderful thing happened on the bus journey home that day.
I was half asleep on The Boy’s shoulder (I can’t stay awake in cars or trains or buses) and in my sleepy haze, I began thinking of a story a started writing about a year ago.
At the time I was quite enthusiastic about is, but after a few days, I realised the story wasn’t going anywhere and I put it to one side.
But on Saturday it all fell into place.
I’ve been so excited this weekend.
I haven’t been excited about writing since I was 17, so this is kinda huge.
So I spent yesterday tap-tapping away at the laptop and got up at 8am this morning, waved goodbye to The Boy at the door (he works in the French department of his bank so he gets different Bank Holidays to me) and have been typing for the last six hours.
I feel like I’ve hit on what White Rabbit fondly describes as The Novel.
Now don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying it’s a good story idea.
Or ground-breakingly original.
Or even remotely interesting.
I don’t know if my creativity or enthusiasm will last.
Maybe I’ll hit another wall.
But what I do know is that it’s a story I’m excited about.
Wish me luck!!!