I normally try to write a blog about some epiphany I've had or a funny story that happened to me; preferring to combine the two together. The problem is lately I haven't had the urge to write about anything. I guess I've been so boring that even I can't find anything interesting in my life to talk about – and that's saying something, because normally you can't shut me up. So I've decided instead to fill you in on what I've been up to over the last month.
Well as you would know from reading my last blog a lot of my time has been taken up with our new puppy, cleaning up puddles of urine and preparing fresh, raw, nutritious meals. And then of course there was the tooing and froing to the vets with my older dog who developed some sort of intestinal problem (from the fresh, raw, nutritious meals) and a sore toe (from playing with the puppy).
I was 73500 words into the second book of The War Faery Series – Rise of the War Faery – but was struggling to finish. I was nearly at the end but I had to write a war scene and I'd never written anything that complex before; the idea was looming over me like a huge mountain, so I made a promise to myself that it would be done by the end of 2012.Roblox HackBigo Live Beans HackYUGIOH DUEL LINKS HACKPokemon Duel HackRoblox HackPixel Gun 3d HackGrowtopia HackClash Royale Hackmy cafe recipes stories hackMobile Legends HackMobile Strike Hack
With only a couple of weeks to go to Christmas my CLP blog tour started and half way through I realised someone (may they rot in an eternal, fiery hell) had hacked into my website, which was now diverting people to a porn-site.
A week before Christmas, one exciting night, my deep freezer failed – with all the Christmas seafood in it. This lead to a frenzied, panicked seafood cooking fest in which I cooked up 5 kilos of prawns. A celebratory, alcoholic beverage after the cooking ultimately led to the demise of my laptop when I cleverly dumped the contents of my glass all over the keyboard. What followed next is probably best left unsaid, except to say that it contained a lot of the F word and much stomping of feet and throwing of soft toys bought for the puppy to play with.
The next day I threw out 5 kilos of overcooked, ruined prawns and realised the spa was leaking and the watering system had flooded the shed. I thought about writing I really did, but what with everything else going on I never got around to it.
Christmas came and went with loved friends to keep me company as the pilot was, as usual, flying for the holiday. More of the same though where the puppy urine was concerned, and also the obvious lack of increase in my word count.
We had the spa fixed but it started leaking again straight away and when 2013 dawned I was still no closer to finishing my book. I prayed to the Gods of Mayhem to leave me alone and then purchased a new laptop and triumphantly realised that the puppy seemed to somehow have become house-trained.
So here I am planning to write tonight, but instead I find myself sucked into the world of social media. Sometimes it's easier to write about writing than to actually write, so I'm going to be tough on myself and make myself do it. (Playing words from annoying nicorette advertisement over and over in my head. ‘Go Donna go. Go Donna go. Goooooooo Donna.')
Wish me luck, I'm off to write a war.