6 a.m. Cat whinges at kitchen door. Writer goes down to feed
it. Also two more cats, and two
dogs. Writer watches the sun rise over
the mountain, and thinks.
7.30 a.m. Artist
awakens. Writer brings her a cup of
tea. Senior cat, waiting outside the
bedroom door, goes in for a cuddle.
8 a.m. Computer
on. Writer goes over the picture
book he's been working on for the previous two days. Changes ‘said’ to ‘asked’. Removes ‘and’ at the start of a
sentence. Then smiles. Brings Tea Two to artist.
9 a.m. Writer lets
out ducks and one-eyed rooster. Two
eggs. Artist appears downstairs, in
dressing gown.
10 a.m Writer takes
story up to the booley hut to read it out loud. Changes ‘And you!’ to ‘You are
too!’ Changes ‘way down’ to ‘deep
down’. Realises the story is a distillation, in a strange sort of way, of his first published picture book and of three recent near-misses. So he's actually been working on it for eighteen years...
10.30 a.m. Writer takes three runner bean plants from the
nursery on the balcony, and adds them to the teepee. He adds two courgette plants to the raised bed where the
surviving purple-sprouting broccoli live. (The snails love this bed, so he is
not very hopeful of success, but neither he nor artist can be bothered digging a new patch).
11.a m. Writer
changes ‘they’ to ‘the bears’. He adds
‘It’s hot out there!’ It is. Hotter, for longer, than it has been in the
six years he's lived on the island.
11.30 a.m. Artist is
off to her print workshop. Writer and
dogs cadge a lift to the mountain. No
mud on the bog as they start their walk. Amazing.
12.30 a.m. There's cloud at
the top. The only cloud in the
sky. Writer doesn't mind. He knows the view so well - down
over the lake, out to the islands - that he can see it in his mind. Hatches a plan to climb this mountain every birthday until he can no
more. Good plan.
1 p.m. Mobile phone punctures his reverie. (Writer was under strict instruction to keep
it on, which he would never normally do on a walk)
Artist is heading home early. Someone is coming to view her
paintings. Writer abandons plan to climb second hill.
2.45 p.m The someone
admires house and paintings. Leaves
with one (painting, not house). Artist
is happy. Writer is happy because artist is happy. Dogs are happy chewing a shoe.
3 p.m. Artist, writer and dogs walk to the beach. They swim.
The water is surprisingly warm.
4 p.m. Artist and
writer have siesta in writing hut.
Writing hut has many uses.
5.30 p.m. Writer
changes ‘asked’ back to ‘said’. Writer
is now content.
6 p.m. Writer waters flowers and vegetables. Most years the salt wind makes growing
anything difficult, but this is a special year. A very special year.
7 p.m. Writer adds an illustration guide to the top of the story, and decides it's ready. Story wings its way to agent. Writer smiles. Artist also smiles.
8 p.m. Writer and artist watch three episodes of The West
Wing. Writer and artist have never
watched The West Wing before. Aren't they the lucky couple?
11 p.m. As the light fades over the sea, writer takes dogs for nightwalk. Writer remembers
something. He has a blog to write for
the Picture Book Den. It is due to be
published the following morning...
Malachy's picture book The Snuggle Sandwich, illustrated by Gwen Millward and published by Andersen Press, is now available in paperback.
