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Summoned by Pants


I’m sorry if I haven’t visited your blog. I haven’t gone off you; it’s just that the Force of the Writing Pants is with me. My creative bits and pieces are flowing free and I’m working like a thing possessed. I only hope I’m a thing possessed by someone who can shift shedloads of books, not some mad eejit.

Cardiff Half Marathon Training
Runner’s World SmartCoach Programme Week 8, a ‘dropping back’ week = 16 dog and trot-free miles.

‘It’s OK, I’m wearing really big knickers’, one of the fabulously funny Confessions of Georgia Nicolson by Louise Rennison

Comments

Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
Yay for your big knickers. I think I need to find some too.

Congratulations on the 16 dog and trot-free miles.
26 August 2009 at 01:36
Calico Kate said…
Phew, thank goodness the call of the pants has been heard and acted upon. May the creative juices run rivers.
CKx
26 August 2009 at 02:48
Calico Kate said…
Phew, thank goodness the call of the pants has been heard and acted upon. May the creative juices run rivers.
CKx
26 August 2009 at 02:48
Cait O'Connor said…
I'm sorry I haven't visited you (or others) for ages - I am going to try and make up for it later. Quite understand your need to write - good luck, may the force be with you.
26 August 2009 at 03:26
Edward said…
Ok, I officially don't get the knickers thing. But never mind, as long as you do, and you continue to do the creative thing, then I'm happy to remain in ignorance.
26 August 2009 at 03:46
Flowerpot said…
Good for you Chris - am having a really bad day so I could do with those knickers too!
26 August 2009 at 04:13
Chris Stovell said…
Debs, you are always working like crzy - you have the Power of the Shed to assist your creativity.

Kate, thank you - may the force be with you too.

Cait, if we all visited all the blogs we'd like to fit in none of us would get anything done, sadly. Don't worry about it.

Edward, the Writing Pants, as invented by Lane, are behind the secret of many writers' success. or the success of many writers' behinds, depending on your point of view. You don't get them because you are full of maturiosity. As a great believer that the only way to write is to apply bum to seat I am rather inspired by the mythical Writing Pants keeping me focused. Besides, I find the idea of them vair, vair amusing. One day I'll grow up.

Fp, may you feel the force of the pants soon.
26 August 2009 at 04:32
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
You just hang on to that force, Chris - it's great when everything seems to just flow and I think you've just got be single minded and go with it. Looking forward to seeing the fruits of your labours.

xxx
26 August 2009 at 04:59
Jenny Beattie said…
You needed those big writing pants with the trots, really, didn't you?

Oh well.

Keep at those big pants, girl.
26 August 2009 at 05:56
Anonymous said…
I wonder if they do pants in my size too. Good luck with the writing, I have to wait until Amy's gone back to school.

CJ xx
26 August 2009 at 06:02
Frances said…
Chris, great to learn that you have got the momentum at full flow.

Cheers! xo
26 August 2009 at 06:04
Elizabeth Musgrave said…
Great news - you are back in the flow!
26 August 2009 at 06:04
Pipany said…
Hurray! Keep it going Chris! xx
26 August 2009 at 06:51
Rustic Pumpkin said…
Feel not bad, 'tis more important to butter the bread than doze in the attic.
26 August 2009 at 09:47
Tamsyn Murray said…
Fab news. Just don't change those pants...yeurgh!
(sorry, sorry, sorry!)
26 August 2009 at 10:03
snailbeachshepherdess said…
absolutely brilliant - keep at it girl.
26 August 2009 at 10:35
bradan said…
Do the pants help with the dog and trot-free miles as well? Good that your creative bits are so free flowing - keep it up! xx
26 August 2009 at 14:24
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Go, girl - glad to hear the Force of the Writing Pants is with you. Long may your creative juices flow!
Jeannex
26 August 2009 at 14:44
Pondside said…
Whoopee! Hang onto those pants, and if necessary have a really big safety pin nearby in case the waistband gives.....you don't want to lose them! Go for it while the force is with you and read blogs when you need a rest.
26 August 2009 at 16:39
Jude said…
go for it!!
x
27 August 2009 at 02:03
Chris Stovell said…
LBD, yes, single-minded, that's what I'll be... just a teeny bit distracted at the mo...

Carol, thank you for a vote for nice secure pants... do you have a blog as well as an advert?

JJ, you are not joking - you need big pants or legs like Usain Bolt!!

CJ, sure they do - just wait til Amy goes back to school and feel the force.

Frances, cheers to you, m'dear!

Elizabeth - yes must go with it as long as it lasts, thank you.

Pip, thanks - will try to!

CH, so true, dear heart.

Tam, hmmm, good thinking - and one less task to bother with :{

SBS, I will - or you'll be after me!

Bradan, good to see you - it's the pants or running like the wind. Yes, I must keep my creative juices running wild and free.

Jeanne, I will harness the power of the pants for as long as poss!

Ponside, a safety pin - good thinking! And, thanks for that - it feels a bit mean not to visit other people when they are kind enough to come here. I'll be back!!

Jude - many thanks - I will!
27 August 2009 at 04:21
Fennie said…
I've missed the significance of the writing pants. But am glad that with or without them your work is going well. We'll try not to distract you.
I always find that a deadline is the only thing that really works for me - I've always needed some powerful external force to crank the handle.
29 August 2009 at 02:08
Maria said…
Well, I won't say that hey, this is a really pants post or anything like that. No I won't. I'll just say 'may the force be with you' and leave it at that. I'm sure you're doing some brilliant work, and look forward to reading the result in due course!
29 August 2009 at 07:17
Chris Stovell said…
Fennie, you are right about the deadline - scary stuff though!

gaelikaa, thank you! Apologies for not visiting - I am up against it!
1 September 2009 at 03:44
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