I felt my will to live slide down my trouser leg and die in my shoe.

So, all my classes are over now. How weird. Now, it relies on strict self-discipline to make sure that I get as much as I can done on my novel over the summer. I think I'll write up a timetable. In fact, I know I will. Hurrah! I feel better already.

Anyway, the weekend trickled by; on Saturday I spent the majority of the day in bed feeling like I might slip away at any moment after the damage I must have done to myself the night before. Eventually got out of bed at about 6pm and drove to St Austell (in still three handled car) to Judy's for a meal, which was lovely - thank you Judy.

Then on Sunday I swang down to see Jenny off before meeting Holly in Citrus Cafe for a stressless breakfast (the last time I was there I had a bit of a strop and left, but I can't be bothered going into that now). After breakfast we went to Woolworths where they had a massive sale on CDs and DVDs and I bought possibly the worst films ever to be put onto disc. One was called The Social Climber which, from the back cover, was described as 'Bridget Jones meets Sex and the City'. If it had been the mix of these two, I'd probably have been pretty happy. But it wasn't anything like either of these. In fact it was probably as comparable as Mother Theresa and Rose West are: ie, not very. I made Frea and Oz watch it with me and it was so bad that I felt my will to live slide down my trouser leg and die in my shoe. The narrative was all over the place, the dialogue was horrible and the characters were all so dislikeable. But we stuck it out, the hardened viewers that we are. Then we watched Big, which was perfect for a rainy Sunday afternoon. I'd seen it when I was younger, but yesterday I couldn't help but feel a bit creeped out that the woman falls in love with Tom Hanks' character who's a twelve year old trapped in a thirty year olds body. Thinking about it now, it's a little sinister, isn't it? Not as bad as if it was the other way round though. But I don't think that could ever be a film. Ever. No.

So, today has been kind of productive. I've spent most of my time researching comparable books in the market and now feel I have a few names and titles to refer to. I'm already feeling a bit nervous about the presentation next week. I just hate the idea of having to stand in front of everyone on the course and explain why I'm the best person to write my novel. I'm fine with the plot at the moment I think, and my characters are coming together, but the thought of selling myself makes me feel a bit wobbly. If it was strangers I was talking in front of, I think I'd feel happier, but because it's everyone on the course it seems more daunting for some reason. I think it's because there's more expectation. Still, it's going to be great practice so I should just shut up and get on with planning it.

So, that's been my day so far. I'm going to go home now and get on with some character development for my married man. Whoopo!

More soon,

xx