The fridge arrived the day after my last blog. So my faith was well-placed. Phew!
Becoming a writer means learning to say good bye to the things your value most - your words. I'm now on the fourth draft and am re-writing quite a lot. That's because what I wrote only a few months ago now seems so bad. I've also come to the realisation that the best way to learn to write novels is not to do courses and read books about creative writing (as I have done) but just to do it. Write, write, write and read, read, read and your writing will improve to such an extent, you'll realise what you wrote a year ago is absolute crap. Well maybe not, but not as good as it could be.
Tinkerbell is still keeping me highly entertained. We have an issue now about my radio which she insists on sitting on and in the process changes the station. I was forced to listen to an entire programme of Happy Clappers the other morning. I tried (unsuccessfully) to take a photo of her doing the deed, thinking after that I'm really going to put my foot down. Watch this space!
For her birthday I took my mother to see André Rieu at Grand West Casino. We'd seen him a few times on tv and the real thing was also great. Such positive energy and wonderful music, classical but upbeat. Unfortunately, I did not make detailed enquiries about exactly where we would be sitting. I could only afford the cheapest tickets (R400) which meant we had restricted view. We could see 99% of the stage but only a quarter of the large screen which was kind of important given we were sitting so far away. After a while it didn't bother us, though what did, and we giggled about this quite a bit, was the woman sitting next to my mother who was so animated she stomped her foot on the floor and jumped up and down in her seat to such an extent the whole row vibrated throughout most of the show. I also didn't realise we'd be quite so far back and that my mum would have to climb some steep steps. The entrance was at A row and we were in M!!! With much huffing and puffing she managed with the help of a very kind usher and myself.
At interval I said to her:' You're not going anywhere but I am.'
I had been most impressed by the start of the show which was at eight on the dot even though people were still coming in and I asked the usher how long the interval was. Twenty minutes he said. When I returned the doors were closed. "It's not been twenty minutes," I protested but then I looked at my cell phone and discovered it was. Us stragglers were not allowed back in until the end of the next piece. When I got back to my mum she said in a shaky voice: "I thought you'd got lost!"
Anyway we had a great time. There was even a little bus to take us to our car. We were home twenty minutes after the show ended.