Sunday 6th November 2011

Well, that's another weekend over with then unfortunately. Even if it is the weekend before payday, and things are really tight. Again.

Just started on the magazine for the business this weekend. And, now I've "won" a 4 day week from my employers, which I need to concentrate on my magazine, the self doubt keeps coming in.

And I keep knocking it out. The magazine has been very hard to formulate - you know, to get a brand new idea into a form we recognise as a magazine from a totally blank page. But I carried on, despite it being extremely hard to start, physically as well as psychologically, and, like everything else I guess, once it starts, it rolls.

The objective here is to get the magazine designed and ready to publish, then fill the intentional blank pages with adverts, which means I'll have to design a web page to advertise the magazine itself, and collect subscriptions.

Had a bit of a break earlier though, I spent an hour in the garden and have just planted some summer flowering bulbs, Ranunculus, also known as the Persian Buttercup. The picture shows what they'll look like when they come into flower.

Ranunculus (Persian Buttercup)

I've put this thing about the flowers here as much as a reminder for me more than anything else.  I love gardening, and it's a side ambition to the business if you like that I'll have a good garden to sit out in in the summer to work so I can infuse my spirit with the scents and colours of the flowers to help inspire me and to calm me down on occasions.

There's nothing like Mother Nature to feed a man's soul.

And the bulbs I brought from ASDA Darlaston last month have just started to sprout today as well, or, at least, it's the first time I've noticed them. I've got a little bit of my Homeland growing strongly in my back garden. It makes me feel good, and I still think - believe - I belong to Darlaston, not Norfolk where I live now.

OK, it's 9.10pm on Sunday as I write this. My daughter's asleep on the couch, where she's been most, if not all the day, since she woke up with a hangover after her night out last night. I've washed and shaved, and my brain has now closed down, as it always does when it's faced with the prospect of working the job.

But then, it won't be for long now.