I had a busy week last week, with two days in London and a wedding in Cambridge on Saturday, so I’ve rather lost momentum on my current WIP, but a wedding is best of reasons to get side-tracked, especially when it’s one of a dear friend. Listening to two people promise to love and comfort each other brings a lump to the throat every time. The language of the marriage service is so beautiful too: All that I am, I give to you; All that I have, I share with you.’ No romance writer could do better than that!
|The hat: couldn't see much, but handy in the rain|
Not only was it a lovely service, but the setting was wonderful too. The wedding itself was in the chapel of Jesus College, and we sat in candlelit choir stalls. I marked the occasion with a big straw hat, and high heels. The hat came in handy when it rained (although I had a couple of hair-raising moments when the brim drifted perilously close to the candle flame) but the heels were strictly for sitting and standing still in. I swapped them for flat sandals to walk through Cambridge to the reception – not nearly such a good look – and took them off completely to dance, but for a few minutes while drinking champagne I felt like a grown up with proper shoes on.
|The Secret Princess goes to a wedding|
Now it’s Monday morning, and I’m back in slippers, a baggy shirt and (oh the shame – but oh, the comfort!) of elasticated-waist trousers. Every now and then I try to smarten up, but I’m so fussy about feeling comfortable when I write (when I do anything, in fact) that style is always the first thing to fall by the wayside. And after a week of gallivanting, it’s time to get back to work. I’ve done just over 100,000 words and am on the final stretch, so no more heels or hats for me now until it's done. Do you have a favoured writing 'look'?