Daylight Savings Time

Digital Clock ImageFor those of us on Greenwich Mean Time this weekend sees the clocks roll forward by an hour, consequently that means that we all lose sixty minutes valuable sleep.
So the following day we will inevitably traipse around the house resetting wall clocks, thermostat timers, wrist watches and a myriad of other devices to the correct digits, only to change them all back again in a few months time (lets just give thanks that the video recorder’s now packed away at the back of a dusty cupboard).

Now the modern world has complicated things further by giving us devices which automatically adjust themselves, sometimes.

Not all of them do, which then leaves you with that moment of temporal uncertainty as you peer bleary eyed at your phone, watch or clock and wonder “Is it really 6:30? Or is it 7:30?” It’s a quandary that’s never really solved until you haul your weary carcass out of bed in search of any device that you are fairly sure isn’t equipped with any self adjusting mechanism. By this point you may as well give up, make some coffee and fight through the fatigue.

Don’t get me started on the perils of setting an alarm.

Now, despite my grumbles, I’m actually quite looking forward to the change, purely because my middle child takes the presence of a mere ball of fire in the sky as his cue to wake up, and when he’s awake it stands to reason that mummy and daddy should also be awake. So I’m praying that losing an hour on Saturday means that I’ll gain a few as the week rolls on. All this will change of course when (if) the British summer actually kicks in and he gets up at dawn again.

I could of course, simply go to bed earlier, but I’m naturally one of natures nocturnal creatures and I find my mind is most creative between the hours of nine in the evening and one in the morning. Sadly children tend to harbour the irrational belief that there is only one twelve o’clock in the day. So I’ll cross my fingers and promise to go to bed early this weekend so I don’t wake up as Captain Grumpy on Sunday; but sadly I think we all know how this story will end.

Oh and you forgot to change the clock in the car.

Second drafts are painful.

Laptop Keyboard

You know that scene you wrote?  Your favourite bit, maybe the bit that started it all?  Well that scene might just have to go.

It’s painful I know.

All too often you can find yourself tweaking and crafting an element of your work until you reach near perfection.  Sadly it’s such sections that often make your story drag.

I’ve followed the advice of wiser people and I shelved my novel for two months before revisiting it.  Approaching it as a reader, rather than a writer, gave me a whole new perspective on things.  That’s why I’ve just cut over two thousand words from the beginning of my work.

It’s not that those words were wasted, rather that they were excessive and did little to advance the plot, so for the sake of pacing they had to go.

I’m not worried.  There’s a subplot to be expanded on that should more than make up for the deletions; but those words were the first seeds I planted for this story and now it’s grown far bigger.

So I guess that’s the harsh reality, when the oak has grown who cares about the acorn?