My amazing writing day progressed yesterday - after finishing Lee Kofman's book, The Dangerous Bride, I spent a couple of hours working, went to my local cafe to edit a couple of stories in the sun. And yes, I made progress. One piece that's been out and back a few times feels a lot closer to where I can get it to, and the problem lines are now highlighted bright yellow so there's no chance I'll miss them.
And then I went for my swim. My medium is water - if I could grow gills I'd never come out - and it's often where I write/solve stories/get inspiration, and sometimes have small incidents with other swimmers.
To get that bit out of the way - there's a poster of swimming etiquette and I expect people to adhere to it. Like road rules, they keep us all safe. I've been in the double lane with snorkel lady before, and we've crashed a couple of times. She likes to start veering right as she approaches the end of the lap, but she is oblivious to what's going on around her, so as I've pulled out on the right to overtake, we've crashed. It's happened a few times and I've gone from sorry, shock, polite explanation of the mistake she'd made to today, a crash I could see coming and braced for that left her snorkel hanging limp out of her mouth and her eyes as wide as her mask would allow.
So that aside, it was a beautiful swim. Hot, sunny, pre-lunch crowd and still. I was thinking about Lee Kofman and
and wings you'd never find me on the ground.
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