The garden smells of wild onions. In our ignorance, we thought they were just outsized snowdrops. It wasn’t until I mowed them down after I’d tidied up the construction site that our garden is that I realised, as I was engulfed in a fug of onion fumes so strong my eyes wouldn’t stop watering. I have, right by the study, left a strip of about 6 square metres of wild plants to surround the scraggy fir tree that I rescued from the nearby garden centre before last Christmas to hang some Christmas lights from. The two four-metre lengths of solar lights have now become fairy lights that adorn the fence from garden shed 1 down to the house and which come on every night after dark to give the garden some semblance of romance and gentleness. I need light. That’s why I’m glad the sun is out again, although, once I’ve finished this, I’ll start work although it’s a bank holiday. M is working, so I might as well work, too, especially as there is so much to do, and there’s a very busy 4-day “working” week ahead.
It is strange wrapping reality into words and recounting it to whoever might be listening or reading. Does it become more real in the retelling, or is it just a way of making transient memory intransient? Is that even a word? I can’t be bothered to check – the dictionary is behind a load of stored stuff here in the study, and I don’t really like to check the meanings of words online; it seems like cheating somehow.
This morning, I have written myself to past the 75k word mark in The Mortality Code, finally. I’d miscounted the last few days and thought I was approaching 80k, but, even so, I know I’ve still got at least 40k to go. Although I don’t know how this episode of the series (because I am making it into a series of more than three books) will end, I know that I’m not going to let the characters hurry me to a conclusion. I have been too easily swayed by them in the past and rushed to the end without thinking to slow them down and let them be more considered. I’ve done my back stretches. I’ve solved wordle, scholardle, wordle 2, and absurdle. And I can think of more tasks I need to do, but want to keep myself focused. And while I was doing my stretches I realised that I need to do a fix on the most recent two chapters of The Mortality Code that I have written because I had let a character out of my sight and didn’t notice (nothing to do with him being unnoticeable, because he is very noticeable; more to do with the fact that he sometimes is an almost undefinable sort of man who can slip away unnoticed because that’s what he likes to do).
The wars go on around the world. Last night someone let off a load of fireworks somewhere beyond the horizon to the south. It sounded like machine guns and mortars, and startled a huge flock of city gulls which came careening across the sky just as I left the house to check out the source of the firework noise, and flashed past over my head, grey shapes in the dusk, hardly discernible against the missing universe above. Somewhere else they might have been missiles, and I would have been cowering, eyes closed, hoping they wouldn’t hit. Bravery has many manifestations. It doesn’t mean not being afraid.
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 65