My weekend went well. I went to a poetry group meeting on Friday evening. On Saturday, I played my ukulele at the grand opening of a bandstand-cum-covered seating area in the afternoon and then in the evening went to a performance of M R James stories in our local art gallery. On Sunday, I taught my creative writing workshop as planned. All good.
Yesterday, I pottered. This included taking a saw to my lilac tree. It's still standing, but it's letting in much more light than it was this time last week.
I usually teach yoga on a Tuesday evening at a local hotel and spa, but I've just had a message to say the electricity has gone off over the whole site, so I have an unexpected night off. I could go to Zumba, or I could watch King Lear, which I recorded last night so I could watch Car Share in real time. I'm such a culture vulture.
If you're feeling a little low because your story's taken a slighlty depressing turn, then might I suggest King Lear's not the best choice?! It's not my favourite play although, whenever I say that I'm always greeted with a chorus of 'oh but it's briliant!' (usually from people who know the play much better than me!). Agree with you that it's quiet. I'm waiting to hear about a few story submissions and I keep checking my emails, which is soul-destroying! Out into the garden now, to finish off my hanging baskets! Glad your writing workshop went well.
ReplyDeleteInteresting that you said your story got you a little down. Yesterday evening I was typing at my computer in the dark, a story about scary creatures, and I suddenly worried that these scary creatures would grab my bare feet in the dark! Yep, scared myself silly.
ReplyDeleteYou sound busy as always, Julia. I saw a live performance of King Lear a couple of years ago (courtesy of a friend) and although it was well acted, I detested most of it as it was so depressing and violent!
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