Now, where was I?

Sorry about that, I slipped out the front door to pick up a few groceries and got a little waylaid. Like you do. It was a life-enhancing few months, but I’ve come to realise that true happiness lies not in wild abandoned nights with swarthy young men, but in domesticity and the school run. So here I am.

Thankfully, George is very forgiving; the accountant, tax man and vat man, less so, but after a bit of sweet-talking on my part, I think I pretty much have the demands of the men in my life under control now.

On the writing front, I may have mentioned a while ago, that I was about to start on the second novel. I’ve done a lot of mentioning to anyone who might listen, but not very much writing. One idea flits into my brain and takes up residence and then the other idea muscles in on the whole scene so I’ve been doing a lot of dithering. In a reckless moment, I’ve had a few of those recently, I rejoined the RNA so it would be a good idea to get going on the novel soon. Any minute now, in fact.

Novel No. 1 is out there, but I suspect is being treated with cold cruel contempt. When it next comes home with its tail beneath its legs, I may wrap it under the duvet for a couple of months for some much needed tlc.

The short story writing is going well, though. I’ve written a few since Christmas and have been busy submitting, that always make me feel better. My February 20th resolution is to blog at least once a week, that can’t be too difficult, and to catch up with everyone else’s blogs.

Thanks to everyone who asked about me. When we get together for that coffee, I’ll tell you all the juicy, eye-popping, glorious details about those missing months.