AWOL

Sorry I’ve been AWOL for so long, life keeps getting in the way of what I really want to do… which is write. Having a young child, and one who needs me to be there for him even if it’s just to drive the car, means I’m bound by motherly duties which are, by their very nature, fixed to set times of the day. You can’t get breakfast at three in the afternoon, for example, and the schools take a dim view of ‘My child won’t be in today because I’ve had this great idea for the next chapter and have to get it down on paper’.

Then there was Christmas which takes up a huge chunk of time even if you do order most of it over the internet. My husband is great and does most of the cooking and washing up when he’s at home and does it all over the Christmas period but I still have all the presents to buy, even two for myself this year. And when you have a family the size of a small state, a son born on Boxing Day and a grown up child who still insists on having a stocking, it works out to be quite a lot of things to organise.

So writing has taken a back seat, not that I haven’t done any but blogging and everything non-novel has been dropped until now. One of the presents I got was an Italian leather journal which I started my new novel in and I’ve written 130 pages so far, not bad considering. Considering what? Considering my hands don’t like the cold so they give out on me or refuse to work at all. I’ve had the odd day when my brain has given out on me and the journal has remained unopened on the bed next to me.

Now, I’m going to try harder to get things done… I’ve said that before though so don’t hold your breath!

To blog or not to blog

OK so I was stuck for a title but it just about sums it all up.

I’ve been toying with the idea for a while and finally decided that, since I already had a Blogger account I may as well use it.

News on the writing front, I’m hoping to have my book of Fantasy poetry published towards the end of the year. I had begun to wonder if I was ever going to get anywhere other than the odd short or poem hidden away here and there in obscure magas or e-zines. Mind you if you write fantasy and or poetry there’s not a huge choice when it comes to lack of obscurity.

Recently, on Linkedin, someone described speculative fiction as crap for teens… this got a whole lot of ‘crap writers’ talking, as you would. We now have our own catch phrase… Crap On! So I will.

On the fibro front, I’m doing better than I could be doing. Not much else you can say about it… for those who don’t know about fibro or don’t have fibro feel free to just ignore these bits… or better still look it up, educate yourself there’s probably someone near you who has it but doesn’t talk about it for fear of misunderstandings and abuse.

So that’s it, my first blog… enjoy, hate whatever… but please don’t ignore.