Attempt 1

So this is my first attempt at putting this exercise into practice. About 10-15 minutes of free-writing. Am listening to Björk after reading an interview with her in the Guardian this morning. Apparently her new album is coming out shortly. The follow-up to Vulnicura. Can't say I listened to that album as much as I should have. Think Björk's music is appropriate for specific moods. Perhaps I'm in that mood now. Remember picking up a best of when I was at University. It covered Debut, Post, Homogenic, and Vespertine. Not sure I'm doing this free-writing correctly. I keep going over to google. Perhaps because I can't spell anything related to Björk. I also don't know the keyboard shortcut for the umlaut. Am looking forward to finally seeing her for the first time next summer. All Points East in Victoria Park. Had the opportunity to see her at Castlefield Bowl in 2015. But passed up on the opportunity. Stupidly. And every time she's played recently - Alexandra Palace or Royal Albert Hall - the tickets have been exorbitantly expensive.

In terms of the free-writing exercise. It's taken 10 days to attempt my first entry. This is despite a few train journeys that presumably would have provided ample opportunity. But I also feel so tired recently. Ever more than usual. And that seems to increase when I'm on a train. I've also been feeling pretty off since Tuesday. Went to see Japanese Breakfast then. Which I was really looking forward to. And I really enjoyed. But haven't felt great since then. Due to circumstances. I suppose beyond my control. But perhaps I won't go into that further. Also extremely stressed with my other writing. Really should be progressing better than this. Where has the year gone. What do I do with the summer. There seems to be growling coming from outside the window. Foxes fighting in the garden? I saw a black cat earlier. I keep going back to edit typos. Not that there are loads. Again, missing the point. Looking out the window I can see the remenants of our kitchen. What a mess. I don't like living like this. But hopefully we should have a beautiful - or perfunctory - kitchen in a week or two. Maybe that will help my mood. Although think that extremely specific. Think that might be a good time to call it quits for today. About 10 minutes of typing. And now I'll go back to my other writing. Thanks,


p.s. The hyperlink was definitely outside the remit of the exercise.