Shoes that look pretty but inflict blisters the like of which (wo)man has never known before? Check!
Paul Durcan poem for my ceremony reading (five copies thereof, in case four get lost en route)? Check!
‘Bird of paradise meets Danny La Rue’ style fascinator that I had specially made but am now having serious doubts about as it may be a bit too “Vegas showgirl”? Check!
Tummy holdy-in pants for when I make my fourth trip to the buffet table? Check!
My best friend in the whole wide world gets married on Saturday, and I’m already an over-emotional nervous wreck. I’m excited, yet a little sad that by Sunday it will all be over and I won’t have it all to look forward to. And I’m terrified ~ I’m up first for the ceremony readings and I’m so scared that I’ll get it wrong or trip over my dress on the way to the lectern or suddenly start speaking in tongues….
The bride-to-be is marvel of tranquillity, which, come to think of it, I was at this stage before my wedding last year. Maybe the bride is always the calm eye of the storm, and it’s everyone else who absorbs the anxiety on her behalf?
I’ll report back after the weekend (i.e. how many times I cried, how long before I whipped my blistery shoes off and chucked them in the Tyne, etc!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Novel is on a bit of a standby at the moment as I’ve been struck, out of the blue, by an extremely powerful short story that descended and has taken me over completely. I’ve been working on it everyday, and it’s more like taking down dictation than anything else ~ for the first time ever I understand what writers mean when they say that a story choose a writer and not the other way around. The voice, the plot, everything is all ‘there’. It’s a very exhilarating experience, and all going to plan there’s a few comps I’ve got in mind for it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Acupuncture tomorrow, and frick do I need it?! I’ve been a bitch on wheels today and have bitten off the heads of anyone who crossed my path, and then spent all evening feeling bad about it and getting weepy. I think a giant glass of vino might be needed…..
4 comments:
Giant glass of wine sounds like a great plan. The story sounds good too - good reason to put novel on standby; no writing is ever wasted. Hope the wedding goes really well.
*waves from the other side of the tyne*
compeed have brought out some weird stuff that you put on your feet where the blisters will be that prevents them forming. sounds like a magic potion to me but apparently isn't visible and doesn't leave grease marks or anything. might be worth investing in if the blisters really are that bad.....
hope everything goes smoothly and that you don't loose all 5 copies - I'm sure you won't :)
Hope the acupuncture works well and you have a wonderful time at the wedding.
Enjoy the wedding - I love the sound of the fascinator. Also wanted to pop by to say how much I agreed with your comments about the link between running and writing. I do feel that one has helped me with the other - I suppose it comes down to willpower and self-belief, you just learn how it feels to hang on in when you'd rather give up.
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