Like an old lady after a couple of sherrys.

I woke up at 5.30am this morning with a sense of dread in every bone of my body. It was horrible. Everything that I thought was going well with my novel suddenly seemed completely wrong and now I've pretty much changed back to the original idea which places the husband and wife characters at the centre of the story, which makes a lot more sense as this is where the majority of the conflict lies. This probably doesn't make much sense to anyone, but I just wanted to get it down for my own reference. I feel like I've reached another landmark with this project. But last night, God, I thought I'd never get to sleep, my mind was just working overtime thinking of how I could steer the story back on track. And now I feel I may have done. So that's good. Hurrah!

So, aside from that, my housemate, Antje, left yesterday which was really sad. I'm going to miss her a lot and probably won't see her now for months, if I'm still here in Falmouth when she comes back, that is. We'll see what happens. But she's on Facebook now so I'll keep up with her antics on there I guess.

The weekend went by so quickly, yet again. I went to the sea shanty festival on Friday night, which was a really nice Cornwall thing to go to. I didn't sing along much (at all) but I smiled a lot, so that makes up for it I think. On Saturday I went to Truro to do some shopping and get out of my house for a couple of hours, then ended up going out in the evening, ending up at a house party of people I didn't know clutching a child's umbrella and falling asleep on their sofa. I don't know what's happened to me in regards to that. I never used to fall asleep when I was drunk but now I do it all the time, like an old lady after a couple of sherrys.

So that's that for today. I'm going home now to get on with some work.

xx