It’s the 5th of November and here in the UK it’s the day of the annual pyrotechnical festival known as Guy Fawkes Night. Or Bonfire Night. Or Fireworks Night.
It’s also Friday, which means that the weekend is here, and that always brings a smile to my face.
I didn’t watch any firework displays this evening, not least because a quick Google search reveals that my nearest organised display doesn’t happen until tomorrow night. There have been lots of amateur back garden fireworks being set off around me though which is certainly making the neighbourhood quite noisy at the moment. Little Proclaims and I popped out into the garden earlier to see if we could catch a glimpse of any of the neighbouring rockets but alas, our view was blocked by a combination of buildings and foliage. Little Proclaims was still quite excited by it all though.
There have also been fireworks in my novel-writing exploits, as I seem to have upped my game slightly today. I managed to churn out a mighty 711 words this evening, which now brings my total up to 5888.
It’s a positive sign, but there’s still a lot riding on tomorrow’s efforts.
And now apparently I have to go to a fireworks display, so that’s really going to eat into my writing time.