Quarantine Project Day 28
The thing about this deep immersion is that it means everything else goes to hell. The savages are starting to look at me with a wary eye. Plus I spent most of yesterday catching up on administration. I'm already notoriously bad at replying to emails and I'd pretty much ignored everything for a few weeks. Then you suddenly hear the cock crowing in the farmyard, the cows lowing, the lambs bleating and the dogs barking.
"Hark at 'im now! He were a coal miner last week and on the high seas the week afore that. Now he's a ruddy farmer."
(Ruddy, is it? Haven't heard that used in a long time. And who is this crusty commentator who keeps popping up on this blog?)
But the amount of bureaucratic correspondence is incredible - quite apart from anything to do with writing. You could spend your whole time just doing that. Maybe I should hire an amanuensis. He/she could write the novels while I cracked on with the admin.
Might then turn out more than Day 28's below par 1144 words
(For yesterday's blog in the Quarantine Project click on "achives")
