I made a discovery recently.
My monthly prescriptions come in a large carrier bag. There are loads of boxes, packets and pill-bottles that all have individual instructions which means that I have a fistful in the morning and another at night. Sometimes, for the crack, I play around with doses and I discovered something. There is a little pill I’m supposed to take in the morning bunch but if I transfer it to the evening lot something nice happens – my thoughts are a lot clearer during the day. That little fucker was fogging my brain, but now it only fogs my brain when I’m asleep so it doesn’t bother me. I just have foggy dreams.
Since that little achangeover, I have been writing like the clappers.
There was a bit of a hiccup as I discovered something which frankly amazed me – my word processor [LibreOffice Writer] is great for writing but its spell checking left a lot to be desired. Maybe it was time to try Microsoft [*spit*] Word again? The problem was that my “borrowed” copy of Word had decided it was “borrowed” and didn’t work any more. So I had to find another copy I could “borrow”. This of course entailed a lot of fun. Log into Linux and search. Download. Copy files into Windows. Log into Windows and run the file. Find it doesn’t work so delete it [which of course means lots of reboots] and go back into Linux to try again. Eventually I got Word running smoothly.
Then I had to go back into Linux to transfer the main file I had been writing to. You can copy files from Linux into Windows but only if you’re logged into Linux. One of the many cuntish features of Windows is that it can’t read the Linux partition.
Anyways, I now had Word and I opened my scribbles. Immediately it started screaming about my spelling errors. Great! So I spent an afternoon proofreading the file and found dozens of typos. Then I started writing again. It’s going like the clappers. It’s heading towards 14,000 words at the moment.
I know you lot like the occasional extract but I may have to pass. Firstly because a lot is about Dublin in its glory days before the coffee shops and offices took over and I doubt anyone would be interested [unless you’re from Dublin]. Secondly the only bit that might hold a drop of interest is the topic of Religion, and surprisingly that runs to 1,200 words and more which is a bit long for here [though it does explain why I once had an ambition to become Pope. Yes. Seriously.].
Ah fuck it. I’ll bang up the religion bit and break it in two. That’s my scribbling done for tomorrow and Friday?
I might even convert a few of you?