Friday, July 2, 2010

Comedy


So I've arrived in Manchester and decided to put the blog to good use. Also, I'm procrastinating from the short story I need to be writing. Manchester is wonderful. The days fly by so quickly, and the nights are certainly filled with lots of pubs. Not complaining. I've never been a "club girl" so I much rather prefer the niceties associated with a pub bartender. Something so friendly about hearing "3 pounds, love." Aw, thanks Mr. Bartender. Cheers to you too.

This assignment might be killing me, only because I already have writer's block. I blame myself mostly, I didn't write the entire time I was home. Occasional sentences, but I just didn't have the stamina. I'm out of writing shape. I did a crossword everyday (one and a half, if the LA Times was fairly easy), but that's not good enough. It does feel good to crank out 1100 words no problem. But never having written fiction (outside of the story of Sir Burps a Lot in 4th grade, yeesh), I still struggle. WWNHD? What would Nick Hornby do? Probably just get on with it. I will too, eventually. This draft doesn't have to be "ah-may-zing," and I take solace in that.

I'm having issue with all the change I've been carrying around. It's awful There aren't one and two pound notes, they're coins. Then there's 50, 20, 10, 5 and 1p. I hate change. I hate carrying cash, period. But I'm determined not to use a credit card. No extra fees for me, thank you. I feel like I could defend myself in a dark alley with all the pound coins I have. Keeping that in the back of my mind.

I really do love it here. The weather is what I think the Pacific Northwest is like: slightly unpredictable, rainy, but surprises you with a couple of blue-sky days and sunshine. It's lovely. Way better than the thousand-degree weather I left in Virginia. It's great to be able to walk pretty much anywhere, too. The bus is handy, but there are times when I'd prefer to walk. It's great. And our favorite pub with fantastic food is right around the corner. Can't beat that.

Bad short story calling my name. Have to go back and finish.

Cheers,
S

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