Coventry lately feels hot and stuffy. I want cool breezes and beaches. I miss walking by the sea at nights. Coventry has no good places to stroll.
I finished my training for the half marathon tonight with a 6.5 mile run. I'm far from an athlete but I am getting faster. A year ago I did no exercise and I'm proud of how far I've come. When people talked about how great running felt I used to think they were idiots. Now I find myself saying the same things.
I've also been doing a lot of writing recently. Last night I was working on a piece I wasn't happy with. I decided the idea was weak but I had nothing better. I despaired a little that I couldn't drag out ideas on command. Lying in bed a new idea came from nowhere. I woke half an hour before my alarm clock this morning and wrote a first draft. I don't know where the ideas come from, but they always seem to come in time. This week I've written two new stories, one about a banana, and one about apples.