Seven hours

Today I have sat here for seven whole hours and how many words did I redraft? Exactly 979. Speedy Gonzales is my new nickname. But the good thing is that I tightened the last page of chapter five, did a read-through of the whole thing, still liked it, and have proceeded onwards. I can now officially say I am redrafting chapter six. Maybe one day I will end up with a story that I am happy to let people read!

I really wish I could invest more of myself in this blog. Sometimes I feel I have nothing new to say – work is work, life is life, things are still in the doldrums of recession. Every so often I get a burst of creativity with no time to play – ideas that I think are terrific but I have no money to back them, no time to let them grow, and so they flare and then flicker out. I think I should resort buying lottery scratch-cards – maybe it will happen, right? Or maybe it is just a poor woman’s tax after all. I hate feeling despondent. This is my golden age, my time of infinite possibilities – and all that happens is I grow older one day at a time. I want to be able to throw back the windows and be happy in my skin.