Real life's been a bit of a bugger at the moment and is playing havoc with my writing.
Er, okay. So that's just a big fat excuse as to why I've managed sweet zero on the writing front over the last couple of weeks. Three weeks? OMG. Is it really coming up to four weeks?
So here's some less buggerish stuff going on in my life at the moment:
Eldest daughter recently started her nursing course and is really enjoying it. (This is the child who faints at the sight of a needle. I'm agog as to how she's going to handle that side of things and let's just not mention bed baths. Like, please.)
Youngest daughter is doing work experience at a child care centre and is being given a lot of dirty bottoms to clean. Heh heh. Not that I find that funny. Not at all. At least she's given disposal gloves. Heh heh.
My baby (aka only son) is going on his school camp in just over a week and is very excited. I'm not sure how we're going to get through four nights without his noisy presence in the house. Might need to stock up on lots of chocolate.
Oh yes. And driving home from college the other day the tyre on my car exploded. I was just a little bit traumatised.
Wish my muse would buck up and drop a fully formed plot in my lap. I mean come on. Is that really so much to ask?!