Happy leap day! I think there’s something magic about the 29th of February. The day that doesn't usually exist. A secret day, stolen from time. Just, it should have a special weekday of its own. Lokisday, maybe. It’s warm-ish and sunny and I’ve harnessed the leap-magic to write and garden. Weeded the strawberries, and a patch of soil where I’ll plant some garlic later. I’ve also sown some of my space seeds, but they’re only wee sprout-things yet and won’t get planted out till it’s warmer.

I’ve fallen into my bad old hermity habits again and not kept up with LJ or DW for weeks. Woops. Again. Still think it was a good decision not to have an internet connection at home (except for on my phone and that’s only really good for twitter and quick emails), but I really should make more of an effort not to hermit when I’ve got a lovely coffee shop with free wi-fi nearby. So hi.

Feels like I’m getting better at managing life and my super-fun attention deficit, though. I’m easing myself into a routine and most days it works. I get up at 7-ish (I can press the snooze button like a boss but if I set the alarm for 6:45 I can usually get out of bed by 7:30). I discovered that I write easily and pretty well in the morning, which was sort of a tragic discovery as I hate mornings, but that’s no kind of excuse. If I don’t snooze too long I get to go for a walk. I write, and am managing 500-1000 words before lunch pretty much every day, which for me is TOTALLY AWESOME. And, somehow, I wrote 15K of novel in February! Some of it was even decent! Oh, oh, and I got a workshop booking, which more about soon!

Living by myself is mostly great. Then I do three weeks in a row without seeing anyone and then get surprised when my headspace goes haywire. I sometimes manage to convince myself that loneliness is a kind of perfect beautiful state in which I can exist forever in my flat and drink tea and write and make eyes at the sea and be pure, and I don’t know what the fuck that’s about. So I’m making more trips to London now, even though it’s expensive, because then I might not go crazy.

I also jumped on the tumblr wagon – I’m trillingwire, who else is on there? – initially so I could just geek about stuff without annoying my facebook/twitter friends, but it has also brought Unfuck Your Habitat into my life, which really could have been made for me. And I absolutely fucking adore this idea, but I would need people for that. Meantime I will just try to unfuck my internet habits by using the time I do get at the café to read the good stuff and be more involved, instead of just staring at twitter and reading webcomics.

But right now I have to go buy some garlic so I can plant it. Did you know you can just stick cloves of garlic into the ground and they turn into bulbs?! That’s some awesome Narnian shit right there.