The Hereversary

Nine years ago right now, I was collecting d from Heathrow Airport. She'd sent everything she owned and couldn't bear to be parted from over from the States in a procession of mystery boxes, and all that was left was her and the clothes she stood. One month and nine days later, we were married.

This Hereversary has always meant quite a bit to us, and today was no different. We went out for dinner at a local Chinese, thuough it would be stretching it to call that celebratory. Probably the celebration will come two days from now when we meet up with friends at our current favourite Indian restaurant, the Qmin.

Other news from today - sadness as only the second author in over a year and a half takes issue or umbrage with our work at Jefferson Franklin. On reflection, he may have rather more of a point than the first one did. Something should, and something will, be done. It's a weird dynamic, really - I don't ever ask that people like what we say, but if they don't find value in what we do I feel like we've let them down. As I say, something will be done, once I'm doe with pondering on it.

Also, sent my work to a Writing Conference I'm attending in September, to be assessed by agents - that'll prove a deeply humbling experience, I've no doubt, but one through which one must go to grow the necessary carapace...

Oh and the weigh-in. As predicted, over the 17st mark - 17st 2 in fact. But went down the Trail this morning. Going again tomorrow, and cracking out the bike as well.

I'd be lying if I said my going back into the perspex box just yet - we have Thursday to do, after all.

All in all, feel like I've taken a fair share of kickings today - my mate Sally-Anne said I was patronising her today when I pointed something out to her. My pal Wendy just text-laughed when I mentioned my perspex boxes. Plus the author found little value in our work, so I feel like I've conned him, even though the work was done in good faith. Like I say, a day of many kickings, this Hereversary.

So I'm putting an end to it now and going to bed. See you, folks, am doing a Scarlett O'Hara - Tomorrow is another day. It starts around 6am...