Last weekend was mad, and I’m not sure how much time I have to type this one out too. So anyway, quickly; I’ve reached 45,000 words, hurrah. Childe is good, hubby is good. Isn’t this weather awful?
I’ve a manic week ahead. I have not one but three main events happening this week, the last one starting Friday at 5pm. So busy, stressful, and lots of it this week. The house is messy, and I have no decorations taken down, no presents bought and my 1950s dress with the pearls has still not arrived.
So this week, writing between 6.30am onwards is the easy part.
There’s the doorbell. Talk to you all next week.