You know you're in Cornwall when you're subject to a conversation like that.

Just when I thought I had my novel all planned out, something comes up and I realise it's not tied together as seamlessly as I'd thought. But I guess that's part of the writing process; things taking shape over time.

Anyway, it's Monday and the weekend crept by like a dying sloth with me finding it hard to get any inspiration to do anything but sit in the sun and panic about things. I seemed to have hit a brick wall that only now have I managed to climb over and drop down the other side of. Thank God. If I was still in that situation now, I think I would probably have eaten my own head in frustration. And no-one needs to see that.

On a different note, I've had some horrible dreams recently.

I always have the dream that I'm biting my own teeth out and the other night I dreamt that I had done that again and all my teeth were loose in my mouth. In the dream I was telling myself 'this isn't happening, this is just a dream.' But then, in the dream, I woke up and my mouth was toothless. Then I woke up properly in a cold sweat, teeth still in tact, but it was pretty distressing as you can imagine.

Then, the other night, I was an idiot and took Saw III out from the DVD place after I'd had a few drinks with some friends and a takeaway. Anyway, I got home and started watching the film. It was pretty gruesome and, although I've always been kind of okay with horror films, this was a bit too much. I think because I heard of the Virginia shooting the same day, it all felt a bit weird to be watching people be hurt and things on screen. If that makes sense?


Anyway, I fell asleep halfway through and was having a horrible nightmare that I was in a situation like that shooting with all my friends and family. Then I woke up to someone screaming, snapped my eyes open and the TV was still on and someone was getting tortured in the film. I nearly died. Ugh, what a trauma. I turned it off and went to bed feeling like a big old jelly, waking up on Wednesday and checking I still had all my teeth and limbs intact which, needless to say I did.

So there we go, those are the highlights of this week. Oh, and here's a highlight from Friday when I went to Miss Pea-Pods in Penryn with some friends. I was sitting down next to my friend Ryan, who's from Indiana, USA, when some random bloke bumped into me and then said:

'Are you gay?'
'Yes.'
Seriously, are you really gay?'
'Yes, seriously, I am gay.'
'Are you messing around?'
'No.'
(Then he turns to Ryan:)
'Is he really gay?'
'Yes, he's really gay.'
'Are you American?'

OH MY GOD! Painful! You know you're in Cornwall when you're subject to a conversation like that.

Right, anyway, I have to go and get some work done. I took a DVD out of the library to watch if and when I manage to get a lot done tonight - Louis Theroux Meets America's Most Hated Family.

What a treat.

xx