Ten Little Things

I know it's been a while but Number Five has tagged me again!!  I'm sure Cheryl is just laying on a guilt trip to keep me posting! Haha!

I won't divulge any deep or dark secrets cos I'm a bit funny about my privacy but here are Ten Little Things...

I love the outdoors.

I have at least six significant scars.

I am partial to anchovies.

I know several Sams.  More than six actually.

I love Doctor Who. Literally. If he ever needs an assistant...

Like Cheryl, I have step-parents.

I have pets.

I do not have an Iphone or Blackberry.  Shocking, I know.

The only continent I haven't visited is Australia.

I can speak a little French.

So there you go.  Not very interesting or revealing but thanks for the tag Cheryl :o)

More baby steps...

My little one is walking, no, running now!  She's making more progress than this manuscript, that's for sure!  But I've come to the conclusion that I'm not going to force it...after all, I have my hands full just now!  Cheryl at Number Five suggested to me that I just keep posting every now and then, to make an effort to read some blogs and see how it goes.  At least if I keep my hand in I won't be on the back foot.

Baby steps.

:o)

8 months later...

...erm.  Yeah.  I think I might have gotten a little sidetracked!

Have absolutely no excuses. I think about the manuscript every day but I have done diddly squat about it.  I've started reading about others and their writing and it seems this is the most difficult part.

Getting it written.

Well.  First steps first...I've come back here.  That's got to count for something?!?

And Here We Are Again...

Well.  Shock horror but there has been no more progress.   Oh, and that delightful little taster course I was going to do?  A no go.  Not only was it doomed from the start due to childcare but even if I did extricate myself from the sweet clutches of my baby-powder-infused bairn, I would have to do so POST the bedtime.  Which is 7pm.  And what time does the course start?  Yep, you guessed it, 7PM...and at least a half hour drive away.

Bollox.

So here I am, again, lamenting lack of progress.  How did the Meyers and Rowlings of this world do it?  Having said that, I don't think their children were infants at that time. 

Anyway.  I'm going to bed.  In a huff.

A Wee Surprise

Well, wonders will never cease but I actually opened up my manuscript this evening to write when, unbelievably, I discovered that I have actually added to my wee novel!  (despite my pop tune infused declarations) A good 500 or so words, no less, and I have no recollection of when I wrote them!  I remember the continuation of the plot but I don't remember actually writing them.

Reading over the little material I have written I was pleasantly surprised.  It reads quite well for a draft.  Long may it continue.  And so I did and have written a little more of my little story which has just breached the 2000 word mark.

Not exactly a novel but it's progress!

I've been in touch with the co-ordinator of the writing course I didn't enroll in and she invited me along regardless of the fact that I wasn't able to attend the first couple of sessions...with a reduced fee of course.  It isn't anything particularly formal and it would be good as a first taste so I may as well try it.  Hopefully hubby will be on hand for the babysitting!

Right.  Might go back and try and chuck another few hundred words in before bed ;o)

Love Story

I am ashamed to admit that I currently have this song on repeat.  I fancy my music tastes as being somewhat catholic but in being so, they encompass such pop tunes as this one by Taylor Swift.  I might take this opportunity to state that I am far too OLD to have this song on repeat but nevertheless, I can't deny enjoying this one as I type.

Ok, I've changed it to Eliza Dolittle.

I've been contemplating fibbing on this blog and pretending that I've done some writing.  I haven't.  But I am still ludicrously busy.  Every day I think about my wee novel and every day I commit myself more and more to it without actually giving the damn thing any substance. Hmph.

But I'm gonna pack up my troubles in my old kit bag and bury them beneath the sea, I got some writing to do and I'm doing that writing for free!

Not Sign Up...That Was The Outcome

Well, I didn't sign up to the National Novel Writing Month.  I figured it was ridiculously time-consuming for the mother of a 6 month old baby....I would never complete it.  Considering I haven't written a word since my last post, I don't think I'll be writing 50,000 of the damn things in a 4 week time frame! 50 must be a magic number because it is also the cost of the wee creative writing course I was looking into (and subsequently decided not to enroll).  I suppose it's about knowing your limits.  At this moment in time I am currently 'across the water' at the in-laws' home (by 'across the water' I mean that we've had to take a flight!), the day after we return we have more relatives to stay and after they leave we have a few days before I take another jet plane with my daughter to visit her grand-father...my dad.  (He's a blog topic in his own right so we won't go there).

As you can imagine, such a jet-setting lifestyle isn't conducive to writing.  By writing I mean my little novel but obviously I can find a little moment to top up this blog!  I'm starting to see a running theme in these blog posts...

My husband is obviously with me on this little jaunt.  We took a walk into the city this afternoon and I found some fabulous little snippets of inspiration for my novel.  I was quite excited but anxious that I would forget them so I took some photos as reminders on my phone.  I felt quite pleased with myself...my own personal shorthand, photographs.

Isn't it cute that I'm desperately trying to maintain anonymity? Sure haven't I already revealed my sex, marital status and that I have a daughter and this only the third post?  Sheesh, by post six you'll know my medical records!