My week

This week was a good week, and I definitely the benefits of the iboga. Haven't played - or even wanted to play - a single game of online chess, despite loads of free-time and loads of time spent on the computer. It's pretty staggering really: so many months of being hopefully lost to it and, almost in an instant, it's gone, no desire whatsoever. Haven't sought to replace it with anything else bad either, which was always my habit in the past. So all good there. Instead, I've been more productive than I have been in a long time - two days writing a Wayne Mercedes story, and a couple of days working on the revision of Discovering Beautiful (done and submitted) - both things I've been procrastinating over for months.

And what else? Watched tennis - I loves the tennis watching season - and played a couple of fun games of football, and read a book. It was 'The Twelfth Insight' by James Redfield. Didn't have any real reason to read it, just sort of wanted to complete the set. Can't work out whether it was bloody awful, merely poor, or just not for me. I think the first one. Must be nice being established author knowing you can turn out any old crap and have someone buy it. Still, it did make me think again of my time in the west of the US, as several things have done lately, and get me pining once more for that place, those people, that time. Seems like there was a magic in my life when I was there back in the late nineties; a magic I haven't been able to find in England, and which I'd like back in my life. Shame I'm not allowed to go there...

Also did a lot of research for this autumn's proposed travel adventure. ;-)

Anyways, a good week! A nice change detected in my life, and in myself. And next week: I've got work! Yup, first since New Year's Day. Looking forward to that.

Cheers!