It’s snowing here in Wales. What does that mean?
Well, more accidents than normal. I mean, so far there have been two in a small village not far away and at least one on the coast road. Doesn’t sound like much? I suppose if I lived in a large urban area it wouldn’t be but I am in rural Wales, and we don’t get a lot of accidents. In fact a blue flashing light will bring crowds just to see it go past.
So, today is a writing day as the thought of tackling the roads is not a good one. Except that is exactly what I have got to do.
I was talking to a friend yesterday and I said I was working on a book and not really getting much done except the book and a bit of drawing.
“Isn’t that lonely?” she asked.
“I suppose, but I love what I do,” I said.
“Yes,” I said but she didn’t look convinced.
“Do you get out?” she asked.
I then started to think. Did I?
And I can safely say that one day a week I really do. And we aren’t talking about a little bit of socialising. I go out for at least ten hours and normally crash the night somewhere. I might be in south Wales or Mid Wales, but I am out and meeting people. In fact, I would even guess that my social life is at its best at the moment.
In the past I have met people through work or uni, but now I meet friends for no reason other than to be with them. I actually have a social life. And that is surprising. With my problems (aspergers, dyspraxia, dyslexia) I had always expected to have a reclusive life but right at the moment it is far better than I ever thought it would be.
So despite the snow I will be jumping in the car and driving south (away from the snow) to meet up with people, some I have met before and some I haven’t. I guess my social circle is still growing. That amazes me…
But until then I must get back to my novel… Today is a writing day!