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I have over 22 thousand songs on iTunes. Nearly every one of them reminds me of a place, a someone, an event. I like to hit shuffle and see where it takes me.

One song takes me back to my miserable years temping for universities in London. The next one is from that period I lived with my ex-boyfriend and his sisters. Then here comes a song from when I was growing out of top 40 pop as a teenager, getting a little rebellious.

I don’t add to this library anymore. My new life is a playlist that streams online.
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Two jars of coffee to the sound of morning birds.

Garden leaves inside a large white bag to the sound of iTunes.

Pull ups on gymnasium rings to the sound of my breath.

Afternoon nap to the sound of kittens purring on my chest.

A large pile of white laundry to the sound of Bach.

Squeegee and wet rag across kitchen floor to the sound of 90s ecstasy.

Tapping in and out of iPhone to the sound of not hearing back from him.

Laptop on bed to the sound of crickets.

Heavy eyelids to the sound of not even 10pm.
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I get on the Overground and find a spot by a window. I take out my mobile phone and prep the camera. In a few moments the train will go by the tent hidden in Hackney Wick's bushes and I want to snap a picture.

But the tent is gone. In its place, a devastation of bottles, cans and plastic bags.

I leave the camera on, to see what else I can capture. Boys kicking a ball in a school’s courtyard; grey roofs; and dull cars meandering through Hackney. Blade Runner’s theme song plays on iTunes. Programmed seagulls swoop outside.
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A tiny creature lying in the sun, eyes closed, as shadows flicker around it and the sound of a song from the 80s reaches me. Cooler indoors than outdoors.

Sitting in the guesthouse’s reception, doing admin and looking at Marcelinho lie in the sun while my iTunes runs shuffle on Clan of Xymox. Nearly lunch time.

Must ask the Norwegian couple during lunch if they’d like to hang out with us in the living room at night.
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Stephen King says you should write at least a thousand words a day (if you are a newbie) before moving on to the two thousands that he averages.  I don’t particularly like King’s style even though I devoured his horror fiction as a teenager, but I’ve found myself listening to his book On Writing these past few nights (even falling asleep to it), thanks to a free audio version on YouTube.

His main theme is that you can’t improve a poor or good writer, but you can turn a competent one into a good one. I’m not so sure about that – does he also include storytellers in that mix? – but I agree with him that you need a space of your own to write, to shut out the world, and that you need routine.  Otherwise nothing gets done.

He also believes that plotting ruins a story, stiffens it - kills some of the surprising elements in it. Better to just put your characters in a situation and then watch them try to get out of it. What happens when a mother and son get trapped in a car, attacked by a dog? (Cujo) What happens when a family move into a remote, empty hotel and the husband goes nuts? (The Shining) There's a whole bestseller publishing industry that goes against this philosophy.

The guesthouse is empty this morning and I have the luxury of choosing to sleep in or do a bit of writing. I’ve braved the chilly outdoors to open the front door for our employees (who arrive at 7.30am) and serve a bowl of food to one of our dachshunds, Marcelinho. I’m now sipping on an instant cappuccino I prepared in my room, listening to iTunes on Shuffle and watching the sun creep up against my bedroom wall. My fingers are tapping away, as you know.

It rained yesterday and it was blissful. Our region has been suffering from extreme drought and we had even resorted to using tap water to keep the grass and trees green.  A young couple from Norway arrived last week and will stay with us until the end of May. They heard of us through a programme called WWOOF that connects organic farms with people interested in working exchange for full board. In the first few days they did an impressive clean up job of our veggie garden; now that rain is here (fingers crossed), I can get them to plant winter veggies like beet and lettuce.  At the end of their stay, I plan on getting them to plant two trees – so they can visit us in 20 years time and see how tall they have grown.
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The beats of a machine I touch overclouding the chirping outdoors, a cool interior lit by sunshine against red walls, green forms leading the eyes up to the blue sky.

Sitting in the guesthouse's reception, drinking coffee with milk, listening to iTunes on shuffle (M83), unshowered, early Saturday morning.

If I don't uncross my legs, I'll make my lower back problems worse.

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