There are many excellent things about this morning, and my tendency toward magical thinking is making me wonder what exactly it was that I did wrong yesterday (and that day before, come to think of it) that I managed, somehow, to correct today.
First off, the area around London has dropped 15 degrees in temperature in one day (that’s Fahrenheit, not Celsius, you bloody, metric heathens!). This means I get to wear a jacket today. I believe, wholeheartedly, that I was meant to wear a jacket pretty much all of the time. A blazer, especially. It’s the perfect article of clothing: not only does it make any other configuration of shirts, t-shirts, trousers, or jeans look ten times better, but you get these awesome inside pockets to hold all your secret items.
I suppose a phone isn’t really a secret item, but it’s the principal of the thing, you know?
The second thing is that this drop in temperature is coupled with a large amount of cloud cover, which, subsequently, means it’s still dark out. Usually, the sun’s up by the time the train comes to pick me up, but when my carriage arrived today, I could see the other passengers illuminated within. There’s something magical about that, like you’re being allowed to peer into an alternate universe, one in which you’re about to be allowed to partake. It’s great. I haven’t even put my semi-ironic sunglasses on yet.
Third thing: it’s going to be an art day, apparently. I’ve been mucking about with Sketchbook Designer lately, trying to get the hang of it. This hasn’t gone all that well, to be honest. But then, I woke up at 2am this morning, and suddenly, I knew exactly what it is I need to do with the graphic on this page. We’ll see if that turns out to be another instance of magical thinking, but I’m looking forward to the attempt, regardless. Yes, I brought my Wacom with me, today. No, I’m not all that proficient with it. What of it? It’s one of the few things in my life I actually enjoy screwing up with.
Book 2’s going well. Filled in more details of the outline yesterday, figuring out a few of the bits and pieces that turn a scene into a genuine interaction between real people. There’s a section of story I’m thinking of pulling out at this point, and if I think of anything better with which to replace it, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
“We will shortly be arriving at…Ealing Broadway.” Later!