I have spent some time down the coast with my friend, who didn’t have her operation in the end, she thought she had the flu… turns out it was just nerves. But that is OK because I got to spend some time with her and her bubby – who isn’t such a baby anymore. Hard to believe that she is a year old at the end of next month!
I came home early to spend some time with my husband, and ended up at a party and the following day at a barbeque lunch. Then there was the drama of what the steppies got up to while we were in town… Needless to say, one sleeping pill later, I have managed to catch up on the lack of sleep I have had over the last 6 nights!
And now I feel the urge to write, but really don’t know where to begin! I turn on my laptop, and stare at the screen. I have so many projects on the go, but don’t know how to divide my time between them. Do I work on my new christian story (which has already ground to a halt?) or do I work through KQ&N? Or continue editing The Bloody Gothic Novel? Or start a new project? I feel torn between all these pieces of work, and I am the kind of person who likes to continue what I have already started, rarely do I have so many stories in disrepair, but then the depression has really taken a chunk of my life away.
I still have other jobs around the house to do, and I have 2 1/2 hours before my son returns from the coast with his Nanna, and I really should tidy his room – because Bomb in a toyshop really doesn’t describe his room well enough!
I could just read… I have a few books to carry on with, the last chapter of Half Men of O to finish, not to mention the Bone Tiki – but to be honest (and I think this is the sleeping pill talking) I would rather just blob out of the couch and catch up on some rest.
But each day, the desire to be creative is getting stronger. And I know that I will be writing soon, even if it is for only 10 minutes. It is better than not writing at all!