The Clock Watcher

Every morning I walk from my house to the village to buy bread. It’s become a habit more than a necessity, as I rarely get through a whole loaf in a day. Leaving me at the end of the week with a tray of stale bread that I give to the birds. Or grind down to make breadcrumbs for schnitzel — my favourite. I moved to this three-bedroomed bungalow overlooking the sea in the village of Taussat in Western France six months ago after the sale of my house. The weather is half-decent without being spectacular. And with the money left over, I predict I can survive without working for about five years. Enough time to finish my novel — Ha! Progress is slow. But I planned it this way. If I’d written from dawn to dust every day, I’d have finished by now. Leaving me with nothing to do for the next four and a half years. This way, by writing 500 words a day Monday to Friday, I spread it out. Plus, having never written anything before, this process gives me the best chance of writing something decent. I normally get up at eight, and after showering and dressing, head to the boulangerie to buy my baguette. By ten I’m sitting down at my desk in the living room that overlooks the sea. At two o’clock I stop writing and eat lunch, which is normally an omelette or a ham sandwich. Then I walk along the coast, returning two or three hours later to prepare dinner. This takes around two hours, as I like to take my time and drink a few beers. By eleven I’m ready for bed and looking forward to the next day. <a href="https://medium.com/ellemeno/the-clock-watcher-48b7e203850d">Click Here</a>