|I was shooting at the Pagoda shoot run by the Royal Richmond Archery Club.|
Also, self-deprecation is a peculiarly British trait.
Now I sit here typing thinking what makes me write? I keep being told it should be fun; happy, happy words flow. But while I find myself typing I can't always say it feels like fun. Doesn't feel like work either. I just feel lost.
This is probably because I'm writing into the dark, which is a new thing for me. I no longer know what is going to happen. Well, more correctly speaking, how "what" is going to happen.
|Targets out at 80 yards.|
In the meantime I've been shooting. First competition of the year, where I placed last in my category having completely failed to sort out a sight picture at 80 yards. Sucks to be me.
Last week I wrote 8,190 words, which took 27.5 hours, averaging 297 words per hour.
|It was cold and then it began to rain. With Chris and Richard from my club.|