So, one week to go. I have seven (SEVEN) days to find out what to write about. Plenty of time.
The truth is, I’m spending my well deserved two weeks holiday at home, in Hungary.
It is NOT the same as being in London, I have practically nothing to do (except going to dentist (ouch), to post office, to wellness-weekend and zoo (yeay), getting an oily thai massage from my Mum (<3), taking some autumnal pictures and meeting some relatives). Which means I cannot actually concentrate on my novel, can I?
I’m travelling back on the 3rd of November, on the third day of NaNoWriMo when I will have to have written a bit more than 3000 words. I cannot start with a big delay either, especially because my chances to write 50 000 words in a month are quite tiny. And I don’t want to give it up before I even start, so instead of going to the dentist today, I’m going to start to plan my novel! (Okay, don’t worry, I’ll do it after…)
Even if not once in a lifetime but we had once in a summertime heat in Britain last weekend. To celebrate and enjoy the unique weather we decided to go to the seaside. And to avoid the crowed of Brighton we chose a less popular destination – Bognor Regis.
Bognor Regis. It’s got a full name requiring some respect, maybe I should have said “We went to see Mr Regis”.
I expected it to be an old, cosy town with a kind of wisdom of the ocean in it and it didn’t disappoint us. It was welcoming and made us feel comfortable straight away. There were plenty of space to sit or even lie down and the sun was beautifully warm.
It wasn’t full of young party animals, there were rather young families and old people, so if anyone feels like in need of a calm day by the sea just book a ticket to Bognor Regis.
It is so nice to go out and have a drink (or two) with friends after work.
When you forget about everything for a few days and just try to live a normal life, with normal things, and plans you could not afford on a daily basis (weekly/monthly) but sometimes you need – if you want to survive.
I bought a pair of shoes. Black laced high heels, a bit wild but pretty feminine. Probably I can’t do a whole night in them and enjoying myself at the same time… So what’s the use??? – These are the shoes I needed. For my self-esteem – or call it whatever you prefer.
I’m going for a concert. Quimby is coming to London on the 14th of May. They are my favourite Hungarian band, and probably the most popular alternative rock band in my country. The one to be proud of.
And I’m going to Paris for two days next week. Can’t wait!
Okay, I want a DSLR but at the moment I’m not prepared to withdraw all these sources of joy from my life so that after a few months I could buy one. I need to be happy NOW. Despite of the never ending grey, cold and rainy weather. Despite of some trouble at work. (Despite of being one of ten thousand. – inside joke, sorry.) I’m going to have fun NOW.
And I’m going to have fun tomorrow. And I’m going to have fun next Wednesday and Thursday and next Friday. And I’m going to have fun the Monday after. That’s what people are supposed to do, isn’t it?