I'm Alive...but probably not for long.

So, I made it through my shopping trip unscathed. I managed the Panto with only slight ear bleed from the persistent BANGS. I kid you not...there really was no need for all of them bangs, my point only reinforced by a million hysterical children and equally traumatised parents. And then I made it through ice skating with no broken bones (which is a miracle, considering the temperature has risen by 10 degrees, making an already slippery ice rink a bloody death trap). For two days, I've hunted for my husband's car keys, only to find them in the ignition of his car - a place where I asked him if he had left them yesterday morning. And tomorrow...on Christmas Eve...I'm facing the supermarket. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?

Anyway, my point to all of this? My point is...after handing the Beneath manuscript to a Beta Reader on Friday, I was looking forward to calming down - a few weeks of chilling out, some quiet, relaxing family time.

So far, I've achieve none of the above. None at all, and worse of all, I'm only 2 days into my relaxing time and my journal, full of notes and chunks of writing for book#3, is grinning at me from the shelf, saying: 'Come on Little British girl, you know you want to start hammering me out on that new swanky laptop of yours. Go on...load up word, pull up the book#3 file and let rip!'

I don't know if I can resist. Truth is...I'm at my most relaxed when I'm writing.

I've purposely brought the kids numerous board games so I can play with them. But that plan will probably bite me on the arse when they open them up, look at them in disgust and say something along the lines of...'That's a funny shape for an Xbox game, Mum.'


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