Full of something but definitely not stories

Greetings, fellow blog folk.

I’m writing this post from my sick bed (ie. duvet on the sofa in front of the footie). Once again, I’ve gone and contracted the winter lurgy (in spring), and I’m currently drowning in tissues full of…

Anyway.

What I am not currently full of is stories, which is seriously frustrating because I need to write three in the next two weeks to meet a competition deadline.

No pressure.

Which is probably the issue.

But anyway, to get things moving I’ve been up to the study and grabbed this little beauty:

(Yes, that’s Welford curled up in the background, keeping me company / pinching all the leg room, and oh look! A tissue!)

I opened the book at random and came to the following exercise (easier to photograph than explain since I’m typing this on my phone – I’m not being lazy, honest!):

So I’m going to give it a go and see what I end up with, and if I’m feeling brave then I’ll post the results – whatever they may be 🤣

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Later 🤘

Day 1 of editing – not the best start!

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…

welford and mummy
He Who Must Be Served and his ever-faithful servant