Having just returned from a fantastic family holiday, today seems somewhat flat. The first day back of school for the little ones, the big girl going off for a few days on her year six residential trip and my mum going back up home. Everyone’s gone and I’m here in the quiet house all alone and left thinking about things, as you do.
It’s twelve years today since my dad passed away and although we don’t make a big thing of it, I can’t help but think about him on this day. What makes it more poignant this time is the thought of how much he would have loved coming on holiday with us. Our party of thirteen ranged from aged six up to 72 and everything in between and it was great fun. I remember how good my dad was with the younger children and I always looked forward to the day when he would become a grandparent, so it saddens me that he never met them.
There was also another anniversary this week, whilst we were away. My father-in-law’s, girlfriend’s grandson died in a tragic accident when he was just five. I remember driving up to Leeds to mum and dad’s house when my husband called me to break the news. It was devastating for everyone and I doubt his family will ever get over it. At the time, I was so pre-occupied with dad that it didn’t register as much as it should have done. My dad died less than a week later, even though it actually felt more like weeks later. To this day, I still can’t believe how close together they both died.
So it’s back to reality now – and the writing. Yesterday I wrote the first post about our holiday and I will be writing another one towards the end of the week. It’s good to get back in to the blogging.
Even though I was so relaxed on holiday I could hardly speak, I did manage to work on my novel: not much though, but enough to keep it ticking over in my mind. I had a few quiet moments in the week before our holiday where I had the chance to write, but found that I couldn’t get into it. It got me thinking that I might just have become too used to writing in a coffee shop!
I wrote before about my preferred time of day to write and since then I realised that I am more productive in certain places than others. Know what I mean? I always used to prefer the quiet of my office, but lately I’ve been so much more productive camped out on the corner of a café, surrounded by the low hum of chitchat and music. I guess it helps that coffee is on tap too. I’m looking forward to getting back to that. Do you have a preferred place to write?
Another thing I’ve been doing is making a playlist for my novel. Have you ever done one? I love the idea of finding songs that pick out moments in the story and add meaning to them. I have to thank my eldest daughter for showing me how to use Spotify, as it’s so much easier to search and make a playlist using it (yes I know that I’m a bit late to this but give me a break!). I also think it’s good to discover songs you’ve never heard before and just listen to the words.
This song (not the video) makes me think of my young protagonist, Jake and his feelings for a girl (Sophie) who he meets through circumstances that are beyond his control. They are connected via the tragic death of Sophie’s sister, something that haunts them both. I’s not the ideal way to start a friendship, but I won’t say any more than that!
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