Toast and marmalade

[panik]

and a nice cup of Lapsang.

Gosh, I'm tired, and bored, and fed up but mostly tired. I've stripped the beds, cleaned the bedrooms, finally got Dad to change his shirt (long involved story, not for the faint-hearted either), done the laundry, moved, fed, watered and pinched out the rampantly crinoidal tomatoes. Should be writing the novel but needed fortification first.

I won't say it's not going well, it's just going slowly. Very. There is much work to be done - far, far more than I'd thought. A week in and I'm just working on chapter 8. Is it really only a week since I started this last draft? It feels so very much longer.

Hey ho, back into the fray. Oh, look at that, it's raining. There's a thing...

Comments

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

::wanders in and randomly hugs you::

You're doing good girl.

You're doing good

[gillyp.livejournal.com]

Ah. If only.

Thanks for your hugs, I shall take them and use them well and raise you a snogging while I'm about it. But, lookee here! I've already finished the housework today and it's not even 11am! All except for hoovering up the grass the animals have tramped over my nice clean carpets, can't do that till Dad re-wakes. He was up early this morning, making tea and telling me all about his dream about a gas leak in a door in a boarding house in Skegness. It passed an odd 20 minutes.

OK, on with the novel! She cried so bravely O. Much may yet be achieved before the vet visit at one for the day, she must be carpe'd.

Have a kiss. ♥

Did I mention it was sunny?

Re: You're doing good

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

Oh wow - sun and clean carpets... you brazen hussy you *g*

Hope the vet visit went okay...

::snogs you back, because life she is good::