lacking time for cogent thought, so instead of saying meaningful things about writing/politics/lgbt/creativity, here’s a few random thoughts that may or may not include meaning :

Very much enjoyed seeing nephew-in-law’s band NQTS in Camden last night. I usually loathe Camden, all that faux-coolness and tourist-trap grunge/gothery, but had a remarkably enjoyable time in spite of myself. And in spite of being about twice the age of most of the audience. Tequila helped.

A prize – not sure what, but a prize – to the person who can tell me how Goth (the blonde Ostrogoth/Visigoth warrior-types of antiquity), became Gothic (dark, brooding, overblown), became Goth (too much eyeliner and black clothes). Parts 2 to 3 not so hard to see, but parts 1 to 2 all suggestions welcome.

Why are young girls wearing big t-shirts and leggings? Why did we wear big t-shirts and leggings? Who can we shoot for the leggings?

Daphne du Maurier does very good short story, doesn’t she? Am overdosing on DdM short stories prior to the panel this weekend at du Maurier Festival in Fowey and loving them. Today’s favourite – Ganymede. Oh the hidden anger, the darkness, the use of the word ‘unsavoury’. Mmmm

Has anyone written about a du Maurier/Highsmith connection? There feels like such a strong link to me,in tone, in undercurrent, in suppressed/repressed sexuality/desire. There are national differences of course, but I think the links are bigger than the gaps.

I’m getting my hair done today. I have not had my hair cut/coloured for ages. This is partly because the cost (good hairdresser, great colourist) makes me shudder, but much much more because it takes FOREVER! How on earth do those women cope who get their hair done all the time/once a week/once a month? It’s so damn boring. And there’s so much work I could be doing. When friends suggest a spa day I always find reason to decline – I love a good strong deep-tissue massage as much as the next arthritic hyper-mobile, once-was-dancer/gymnast, but after the massage, what do you DO? Read those awful magazines? Lie down in a too-warm room with strangers? Sleep? When there’s so much life to be lived? (and er … why?)

Ongoing : piece about Highsmith’s Carol for 50 recommended LGBT books anthology, Medea edit for Steam Industry production in summer, a (very) little might mentoring for a devised theatre project on Katherine Mansfield, photoshoot & interview with John Harvey for ‘How We Met’ press thing (with shiny new hair – me, not John), plus press trip to Montreal next week (My First Press Trip – yay!).

And very very ongoing – breath held for further Current Book 1 possibilities, planning to start Book 2 in June. And entirely convinced have forgotten How to Write Books. (Still feeling superstitious about discussing New Book much, which is bit crazy really as agent has sent it out all over, and it has a UK/Virago pub date for next year … but it still feels a little precious & new, and too big an idea, too big a departure, to be very public with yet. Soon.)

Plus : potatoes doing brilliantly (above ground anyway), peas, carrots and courgettes coming along nicely too. Cherry tree has lots of potential fruit, now to stop the birds/ants/anything else eating them before they ripen. Your tips for stopping black fly devouring pretty much anything (organic pest spray not particularly effective) very welcome.

That is all.