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I quite enjoyed the day job yesterday. My new ability to retain in almost Buddhist-like calmness, seems to be confusing a few people and it’s interesting to see other’s reactions when I don’t rise or become flustered. I wonder how long it’ll last? I keep expecting it to wear off any minute.
I was half [...]
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All that stuff about Leith in yesterday’s blog post has been building for a while. I had to get it off my chest. I go through good periods and bad periods with Leith (and to a lesser extent Edinburgh) and although there’s a good period coming up with the Edinburgh Book Festival, Leith is [...]
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I mentioned yesterday that my wife only took a handful of photographs while in Portugal but the ones she did take were of a sunset. Well, I took some too, quite a few in fact, which is the reason they still aren’t ready to show off. I spent a while going through them [...]
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Still struggling to get myself back into sync. I feel totally lackadaisical and uninspired with everything except literature. Call it the holiday blues without wishing I was actually back there by the pool. I’m still on a high with words and ideas—and that’s before the EBF even begins—but with the day job and everything [...]
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At times, I had no clue what time of the day it was never mind the day of the week. And that was when the holiday hit its peak for me. This past year has been very busy on a personal and work level and so my main aim to be able to [...]
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Yesterday was a white wash and it was all my own fault. I take full blame—well, most of it—and accept the part I played in this particular downfall.
Wednesday night was one of those nights you just don’t want to end. The banter and laughter was pure and raucous, the adventures were exciting, and [...]
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I found myself on the bus going through Edinburgh at the unfeasibly early time of 6:30am yesterday morning. I was to spend the day working in an unfamiliar building on the other side of Edinburgh and it was one of my longest working spells in many a day. 12 hours without a lunch [...]
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I started to feel quite run down towards the end of last week and after my last blog post on Saturday felt really quite rubbish. So I downed tools and took a pit stop, a little time out for myself. I figured a day and a half downtime and cut off from the Internet [...]
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Yesterday day was a day of getting things done: interview completed, worked on GATECRASH, printed off GREENER manuscript ready for editing and had a pizza and DVD night with my daughter in the evening. I’m pleased with my progress with everything as I sail towards the end of my writing year, I’m hoping when [...]
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I’ve been gone a few days. If you were following me on Twitter you’ll already know I was on a wee trip to Amsterdam with the lads, soaking up all the bevy and sunshine we could permit ourselves the luxury of enjoying.
It was a great few days but as is always the case [...]
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Saturday was a fun day. Up and out the house early but not to a coffee shop or anything like that, to Waverley train station and the 10am to Glasgow Queen Street. My target destination: St Mirren Park, Paisley.
I went to the game with my sister, Binny. I’d chosen different seats than our [...]
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Voting Day has arrived. The political parties have ceased their rounds, the leaders have returned home, the television has returned to normal (they aren’t allowed to run political reports on voting day because of impartiality rules) and the polls have opened. Everything that happens from this point on will be decided by the [...]
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I don’t have a lot of time this morning so this will have to be a quick post, I’m afraid. I’m heading up to Perth for lunchtime to see my sister’s family and I’ve got to run an emergency errand first. Time is tight!
With only one day left of campaigning all the political [...]
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