Monday, 13 August 2012

I'm not very good at writing.

The truth is, as a writer I'm not very good at writing. By that I mean the actual act of writing, not the result. I like to think that when I actually produce something it is quite good. In truth, I haven't put finger to keyboard for several weeks now. It makes me look like a wannabe writer. Why is this?

The Olympic park, as seen from the new Thames chairlift
Routine! I produce the most when I have a set routine. A routine gets books written. Take me out of that routine and diddly-squit happens.

It all went to pot when I spent a couple of weeks in the UK close to London, just prior to the start of the Olympic Games. There I experienced something which I haven't experienced since 1982 - British pride and British self-belief. I even visited some of the venues to take a ganders at what it was all about. It was amazing - the atmosphere was buzzing. Following on closely from the Queen's Jubilee celebrations, had my people found a new Britishness in the run up to the 2012 London Games?

On returning back to Spain I eagerly awaited the opening of the games; the first time ever for me. That opening ceremony blew me away - it was so British, so us. It brought a tear to my eye, a lump to my throat and a long-forgotten pride to my heart.

I then followed the exploits of Team GB, something I'd only ever paid scant attention to on previous occasions. I was soon hooked. Who were these guys? I didn't know their names or recognise their faces. That's what living in a place like Spain does for you. The only contact I had had with Team GB prior to the opening ceremony was in Madam Tussauds, where the only waxwork to really get my attention was that of a British female athlete (see pic below). I knew she was British from the Union Flag she had stretched out behind her, and her amazingly designed sports kit. Yet I had no idea who she was, but boy did she look good, even in wax.

Jessica Ellis
(courtesy of
I soon learned that the amazingly-perfect body belonged to somebody called Jessica Ennis, and that Jess was the face of London 2012. I don't know if it was the result of bumping into Jess, the spectacle in my home country, the amazing fans or the incredible venues, but as Team GB achieved success after success I had to keep watching, right up till the end. Even my wife moaned at me. 'Haven't you got anything better to do?'

The closing ceremony was as amazing as the opening, although I do think we have greater musical talent to offer to the world than the Spice Girls.

And now it's all finished. The competitors are heading home, the venues are being dismantled and the world is talking positively about London 2012. So now it's back to a routine. My wife is away for 5 weeks and I am alone to do as I please. The floor needs sweeping; the dishwasher needs emptying; the car is in desperate need of a clean inside and out etc etc. And that's just for starters.

But now it's me time -  or more correctly writing time. Anyway, from my observations sat here at my computer, the breeze blows all the crap on the floor into one corner of the room; the dishwasher can be emptied as and when I need an item from it; the car's out of view in the garage and anyway, I can use my motor-bike for now.

My books - my dreams - are demanding my attention right now. And boy do they deserve it...


  1. What a lovely post, Dave. I enjoyed the games as well. There is something so intriguing about London, to we Americans. It was incredibly fun to watch. Although, I'll admit to being a sucker for the Olympic games. There's something about the world coming together like that. I find it so moving.

    The closing ceremony was wonderful, albeit edited here in the states (#NBCfail). I especially enjoyed Annie Lennox and the tribute to John Lennon.

    I can appreciate your need to get back on task with your writing. Mine will have to wait a few more weeks until the children return to school. I hope things are well in Spain.

    London did the world proud!

    1. Hi Jessie, thanks for this. London is an amazing city - have you ever been there? If not, you MUST!

      When I lived in Cambridge (about 50mins drive away)I used to go into London at least once a month, sometimes on day-trips, other times over the weekend. There was always something to see which I hadn't seen before and the atmosphere is always screaming, 'I'm ALIVE!'

      It is a city I will never tire of, and I miss it so much since coming to Spain. It was good to be back and I went into town 3 times, and had so much to see and do on my 'must see' list.

      Add to that the Olympics, and you have the recipe for something really special, and it was.

      As for the writing? Well, I don't have kids around like you do but I really need to kick myself into a routine right now. And this Scrivener is driving me mad!!!!

      Listening to Damien Rice right now to try and put me in the mood and to drown out the neighbours. Here's to writing success!


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