reds 13 February 2010
My thanks to my wonderful pal Doodle Kennelly for reminding me of a great bit of BREAKFAST AT TIFFANYS which so accurately describes how I was yesterday
Holly Golightly: “You know those days when you get the mean reds?”
Paul Varjak: “The mean reds. You mean like the blues?”
Holly Golightly: “No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”
I think we all recognise those days!
Anyhow, today is a bit better and I have some ideas to work off on the novel which came from this morning’s walk on the treadmill (not very vigorous, as my right ankle is feeling a bit strained and I don’t know why as I haven’t done anything new or strenuous with it that I can recall…). Now to fashion these crudely into viable sections of interest…
