Tuesday 13th May 2008 (pp2912-21)

I used to frequently go to the café at Komedia to write. My girlfriend worked there and she made me free cappuccini. 

The writing below is about real life, including the desire to get my hair cut; it was long and tangled and I didn't wash it for about 8 months or something, as a little competition with myself, I think I had washed it by this point though; she washed it in the bath, almost ritualistically. Furthermorely, I wrote about Bat For Lashes rehearsing at the studio adjacent to the bakery I worked at. I'd listen wistfully at the door to the songs that would make up the new album. I wrote about it and thought that maybe I could send the writing to a music magazine, maybe Plan B and they could publish it.

Monday 12th May 2008 (pp2902-11)

On this day in 2013 I worked a monumental 19.5 hour shift. Scanning did not occur to me during this time. The project is not all-involving. I rarely think about it. I don't have to be thinking about it constantly to keep up with it, not like when I was writing the notebooks. I'm now 17 days behind on the blog, but I have scanned up to about the 18th May. It will only take a few more scanning sessions to get back up to date.

Sunday 11th May 2008 (pp2891-901)

I got behind on my scanning by a few weeks, for various reasons, one of which was perhaps loss of interest or even remembrance of having to scan, but contemporaneously I did show my notebooks to some people at a gallery in London. They sat and read them and asked me questions. Then Xelis and Ed did a performance based on the notebooks. Xelis arranged them all in piles and read parts out. It made me remember what it was like to write them all and why I did it.

Saturday 10th May 2008 (pp2880-90)

There were many practical questions about going to an island that I spent most of the time ignoring out of cowardice. (Or was it indifference?) Then at certain times when I was feeling especially confident I would try and tackle such plot holes.

Friday 9th May 2008 (pp2870-9)

Seems I had reached a rare happy state around this time. 'My mind becomes a piece of iron'?! I think that's meant to be a good thing.