Since I've been having a little 'employment break', I've had the privilege of two blissfully free hours to write and work towards my OU Course. My local library has the advantage of a very quiet reference library with plenty of desks to spread out on. I don't know about anyone else but I always feel a bit exposed writing in a cafe. (Oh look there's that crazy girl who thinks she can be a writer).
At the moment I'm meant to be working on some life writing both biographical and autobiographical. After twiddling my pen and staring at the clock for a while, I thought some free writing was in order. Just a bit - just to write something useful. Anyway the occult came up in my freewrite and I was sure I had seen a demon dictionary on the other side of the shelves. I had, starting a new page I started noting down interesting facts. I then decided I should learn about Celtic demons and got all five volumes of the Celtic encyclopeadia out.
By now I had a pretty good outline for a short story which is not to be sniffed at. However, unless I'm going to write the biography of Beelzebub I had not achieved any of my writing goals for the day. I wouldn't be too worried but the day before, I spent a good half hour giggling over The Oxford Dictionary of New Words (1991 edition). Ho hum, will try to do better next time.