Evanna Lynch Instagram – Thank you so much for all the birthday wishes, you made me feel very seen!! Which was SO nice since I have been working hard at the art of invisibility in my daily writing where I’ve become a creepy spidery presence that lurks in the corners of rooms spinning those silky webs that absorb the scents and textures of life, but never being drawn into the drama unfolding in the room. And I must say I miss being part of drama!! So thank you for the birthday fuss.
I don’t have much to say on here 🤷🏻♀️ I am sorry I’m not connecting or contributing much but ultimately I need a quiet life to hear my own writing voice. I’m trying for 1,000 words a day at the moment, don’t always hit it but close! The main thing is to keep going. I’ve talked a lot about writing but my practice was very stop/start depending on my mood and I only really started GOING for it this month when a writer I admired told me to forget about plot and theme and just write words down!! I was tripping myself up constantly trying to plot the perfect novel and I said to her, ‘I don’t honestly know what the story I’m writing is about’ and she gave me the best, most boring and sobering advice: ‘You’ll only find that out on the far side of hard work.’ 😐 unfortunately, you just can’t argue with that.
So here are some pictures of life lately. Just cats and words and Den. We have SO many cats all of a sudden. There is an enormous difference between 2 cats vs 4 cats. All of them have such different needs & schedules & particular posh brands of food they’ll deign to eat. 8 orb-like eyes follow my movements out of bed each morning as I deposit food in 4 separate corners of the room, then the dog swoops quietly in and laps it up behind my back. The cycle begins again. Puff, ever peculiar, decides she likes the taste of the kittens brand of cat litter and is conceivably eating a 10% urine diet, and regurgitates her share all over my office, which again the dog mops up. The house smells so much of cat shit that it lingers in my nostrils long after I’ve left the house and I never stop picking up cushions in search of it. 33 seems too young for this madness. Still, a strange contentment has settled 🙏🏻 | Posted on 19/Aug/2024 22:32:28
