Sense And Sensibility
December and January were pretty manic months for me. I slipped behind with the final polishing of Shadow People, and it was a terrible race to get it published on its publication date. Not really the way I like to do things, but what can you do?
Now that it’s stopped raining lemons, I have this week, with all the rushing to catch up, and in my own brilliant way, dropped the freezer lid on my noggin (lovely purple egg thing happening), walked into a spoon, and managed to totally delete over 4 000 notifications of things I needed to deal with. The spoon thing probably happens to everyone, and involves holding a large wooden spoon, pointy end naturally facing yourself, walking briskly forward, looking North instead of South, connecting with an unsuspecting wall, and driving said spoon into innocently lurking liver. Fortunately my liver has evolved into a pretty strong organ, what with one thing and another, so it’s hanging in there.
The 4 000 things To Do has me in a little bit of a panic though. People on social networks are much easier to offend than people in the flesh. I’m not sure if it has to do with the lack of eye contact, body language, or simply the fact that we’re all a little different in the sensitivity department. I used to get deeply injured if I remarked on anything, only to be completely ignored. Now I realise that people are busy. Things get overlooked or not seen. Possibly they’d had a spoon incident that week and also deleted their To Do folder. No matter really, it might take a little longer, but I’ll eventually track everyone down. They might be slightly baffled at getting replies to January comments in March, but then again, coming from me, maybe not.
In the meantime, I continue my hunt for typos, my quest for reasonable poetry, and begin to follow through with my newly formed desire to paint Lapillus and its beings for the coming covers of the Shadow People series. Right now though, I’m off to bake some gluten free Brownies. Tomorrow we’ll be venturing forth on our epic monthly shop, so I’ll see you all on Thursday lovely people, barring further incidents with kitchen implements.
Till next time friends. xxx
Jo Robinson 
February 26, 2013 at 6:53 am
Oh you poor dear! Hope the spoon is feeling better and oh! yes, you too ;D And don’t worry. You’ve managed to acquire some staunch virtual stalkers (you call them poets, for lack of a better word. Also, I’m not fat enough to be plural. I’m sure there’re others out there like me, who’d wish to follow your every move, from type-writers to ladles) who shall not let you feel ignored but make you wish to be ignored. Take care and get well soon, ma cherie!
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February 28, 2013 at 3:51 am
Thank you sweet dost! I thought I was the biggest stalker of poets, but I love (also a little afraid) the thought of them eyeballing me too. 🙂 Tomorrow I’ll load up my first ever “poem” – which will probably raise brows above those gorgeous eyeballs. I’ll appreciate help and … not so much loud laughter though. :} xxx
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February 26, 2013 at 11:39 am
Raining lemons, that actually sounds cool and useful if you like a slice of lemon with your G&T. I’m sure you’ll get caught up soon. Px
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February 28, 2013 at 3:46 am
Ha haa! Catching up for me is always just a dream. I like pretty much anything with a G&T. Now a really cool use of lemons would be some sort of joyful spirit. I wonder if I can find a recipe to brew something up – cool Paul! xxx
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February 26, 2013 at 4:46 pm
Apparently I’m not the only one who has been having a year from hell so far. Raining lemons – good choice of words. Investing in a lemon press here to make lemonade, or maybe even lemon meringue pie.
Never give up, never surrender.
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February 28, 2013 at 3:43 am
Maybe the relief at not being squished by a giant space-going meatball on the 20/12/2012 lulled us into a false sense of security. I agree – never surrender – take the lemons and use the swine – one way or another. Here’s hoping this year gets much better for you! xxx
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