Happy Sunday everyone!
I hope you are all having a lovely weekend.  I've been trying to recuperate after a rather busy week.  Out of Hours opened on Tuesday with a little private view for some of my chums.  Much wine and pizza was consumed and I sold two pieces!  WOO HOO!  Now I just have to do it all over again this week, but perhaps with a little less of the vino...

So apart from cleaning my flat and a spot of DIY (very proud of myself for unblocking my sink all on my own - knitting needles really do have multiple uses) today I'm going to read through novel numero uno again in the first time in, well, about 18 months.  I'm investigating getting it professionally edited and published as an ebook, but want to go through it again myself first to check I'm still happy to put it out there...

So that's pretty much me.  It's been a whirlwind of a week, and work and the flat buying saga haven't exactly been letting up whilst I've been muddling on with my creative pursuits.  Someone tweeted me the other day when I said I'd just paid a solicitor several hundred pounds to do things I didn't really understand, advising me that it was essentially to do not a lot as slowly as possible.  Simon, you have a point... I'm just happy to say that it's the vendor's solicitor who is causing the delay, not mine.  Unfortunately this means there isn't much I can do about it...

Laters!

Greetings!
Well, it's Sunday, which means two things.  One, you should all be looking forward to sitting down to a lovely roast dinner and two... THERE'S ONLY THREE DAYS LEFT UNTIL MY EXHIBITION!!!
Well, it's been a manic few weeks, but I think I'm getting there.  The invites have been sent, the listings have been created and the tweets have been,  

erm, tweeted.  In fact, all I need to do now is print out some blurbs and labels, finalise my food and wine order for the private view (want to come?  Then contact me!) and sort out my play list.  Oh, and get all my work down to Clerkenwell on Monday night.  Ah...
So, I admit, life at Shelly Berry Towers (a.k.a. my little flat) has been a little bit blinkered to the up and coming Out of 

Hours of late - but I have been keeping up with the writing, honest!  Novel number two is nearing its final 20,000 words, and I've been celebrating being single in the city at Anglo Info - in fact, I've come to the conclusion that Valentines Day is much better when enjoyed on your own.  Not convinced?  Well read my latest Underground Overground blog and let me persuade you...
Anyway, I better get off and organised so I can enjoy a bit of sunshine and a nice bit of Sunday dinner before the weekend comes to a close.  See you all at the City Pride for my show soon...

Evening all!
Well, the wind is blowing, the rain is falling, and I am glad to be indoors with my trusty netbook and my Friends box set.  It's been a busy week planning my exhibition (did I mention I have an exhibition coming up? :)) and I'm enjoying putting my feet up for once.
Today I pounded the streets of Clerkenwell distributing flyers for my exhibition and was overwhelmed by the number of businesses who were more than happy to advertise Out of Hours on their premises.  You see, Londoners have a bad rep, but they aren't all meanies.  In fact, one really surprised me the other day when, whilst stood at the traffic lights in the pouring rain, I suddenly found myself covered by a complete stranger's umbrella.

I'll never forget my English teacher drumming it in to me that "nice" was an inadequate adjective and, I admit, it isn't one that is always flattering.  But, you know what?  I think that I'm going to reclaim it.  Nice is good.  Nice is what to aim for, because, you know what?  Quite often in this world, nice is missing.  But when it rears it's pretty head, it can make a grey, miserable day suddenly a little brighter, your mood a little lighter.
Now, I don't know about you lot, but I'm off to pour myself a nice glass of wine before I settle down to a nice movie.  
Have a nice day!

Afternoon all!

Well I hope you are all having a lovely restful day.  Those of you who dip into this blog on a regular basis will know that, this year, I have vowed to take it all a little bit easier.  You will also be aware that, last week, I had an offer accepted on a flat.  AND arranged to have a wee art exhibition in Farringdon.  If you know me personally you will also know what I'm not so good at taking it nice and slow and, even with the best of intentions, my New Years Resolution was always going to be something I would struggle with.  And events over the last 14 days have not made it any easier...

It doesn't help that I can't say no to a little bit of fun too.  This week I've started choir again, caught up with some art friends over mushroom and stilton pie and wine (as it LOTS of wine) and indulged in a bit of girly time oggling Jude Law in Henry V and dissecting his, er, "performance" over pizza and, yep, more wine.  Which means that it is Sunday afternoon and, despite my best intentions, I'm starting to feel a bit antsy about all the stuff I should have done - and not quite managed. 
 
I think I need help.

Anyway, on that note, I'm going to crack on with a bit of writing, research my trip to Bristol next weekend (I WILL have a mini-break, I WILL!) and do my knee strengthening exercises before making a veggie stew for my lunches next week and a spot of dinner.  As Virginia Woolf said, "One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well..."  


Wish me luck.  I think I'm going to need it...