Firstly this week I've had no time to write. Where does a week go? Hoovering and chasing the toddler mostly (a toddler who has a fondness for playing with a bright yellow feather duster that has now moulted everywhere---hence hoovering).
Secondly I'm dithering. Can't decide on a storyline to follow. Had written one chapter and wasn't feeling the love. So mentally toyed with another story. Now I'm drifting again. Am I the worst ditherer in the world? I seem to take an age to knuckle down...a bit like getting back to homework after the school holidays.
Dithering isn't good use of time. Today I am set to go help the Primary One Class pick litter in the woods. DD1 insists I go incase the Big Bad Wolf is lurking under a pile of litter. So I'm being a good mother and prospective wolf mugger.