Well it’s Monday, it’s 11.53am and it’s the first day of the two week holiday I booked in order to edit my now-completed novel.
I had intended to be up and at my desk around 9am. Not very early for some, but I’m a night owl and I didn’t want to set myself up for a fall, especially considering I didn’t get to bed until around 2am.
At 5.15am I was rudely awoken by Cat Number 1 who required me to service his food bowl, which was empty. This is nothing out of the ordinary so I got up and fed him and went back to sleep.
At 7.30am I was rudely awoken by Cat Number 1 who required me to service his food bowl – again. I carried out my duties to He Who Must Be Served and shuffled back to bed. This was my error. I should’ve just made myself a cuppa and gone to the study until I was awake enough to work.
I eventually crawled out of bed around 10.15. I made myself a cuppa and put the TV on, just to check the news. I did check the news, but I also caught the end of Jeremy Kyle, and the start of the cricket. I did the washing up and then decided that the lounge required hoovering. Then I moved my car, which was parked quite a way from the house, to a spot a little closer. Then I had another cup of tea. The hubby went to work and I thought, Right! This is it! I am going to start editing that novel if it kills me! Then I got ambushed by He Who Must Be Served, whose food bowl was empty – again.
11.45am – I made it to my desk. But did I open Word up? Nope. I went on Facebook, just to check what the world was up to, and then I decided I’d write a new blog post. It’s now 12.07pm and I haven’t done a single bit of editing.
I think I know the problem. But more on that tomorrow when I’ve actually done some work.
But just before I start I think I’ll have another cuppa…