Monday, August 31, 2009
Don't expect cogent writing thinking to happen at all either.
Don't expect anything much expect laundryand low energy reserves.
Do expect mess. Do expect puddles. Do expect me in a state of mayhem for the foreseeable future.
It's called Potty Training. And I'm blaming it all on that. My toddler doesn't like nappies or pants (even the teeny tiny pants with cartoon pigs on bought at considerable expense!) Instead she is streaking on a regular basis. And sitting on her potty wearing an elephant trunk (don't ask!)
This calls for a big pile of books beside the potty. And patience! Yes, I've been wearing a trunk too (if it makes her sit, why fight it!) Let's hope she gets her head about wearing clothes on the bottom half of her body again.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
It's official. What I really, really need is one of these babies...
I'm going to save up for my own Submission Escape Zone POD. The perfect place to get away from bucket clutching and just big enough for a stash of choc and books *the ideal hidey hole to read Monty Halls' epic about Beachcomber Cottage too*. Fabbo! Though I suppose I could leave a sign on the outside for the postman...
Knock three times on the window if you want me!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Can't take Crazy Nanny no more.
Can't take watching the postman, can't bear junk mail rifling like a madwoman for anything that looks remotely like a reply.
Must get off this ride. Will go and live in the shed until it's over. Anyone got headache pills?
P.S. Won't moan again. Will take up making models out of matchsticks.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Yep I'm polished out. Doing another final fine tune polish on Crazy Nanny so it's done and I can hide it away and pretend I'm free of its chains. After this...I've had it. No more. Is it just me or eventually do you want to throw it at the wall?
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Our new family pet fish - Charlie Bucket - yes he has a name now, is still swimming. Fingers crossed. So far, so good but don't quote me on it later if things get shaky.
My eldest is back at school today. New shoes, new bag, new uniform! New term. Again, so far so good...
I checked the status of my submission. Got an answer within the day. So it's not gone astray in the post. Time to dig in and wait some more.
Oh...and then there's chocolate. When all else fails, there's always chocolate and eyeing new handbags. These things will always remain.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
She's very excited even though she can't settle on a name---we've been through Fifi, Alvin, Gilbert and Dave (?) I'd dropped hints of hero names like Blane and Kyle and Zack to no avail.
We're off to the Deep Sea Centre today to immerse ourselves in more underwater mania.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Note: please don't let me spring a leak during the champagne reception! Hubbie's tux is on hire! Equally the event is suitably high profile that if I disgace myself and cause a rumpus I could end up in the national papers. Wish me luck!
Monday, August 03, 2009
Well by jingo. What do you know?
I've been reading Dwight Swain. Obsessing about Goal, Conflict, Disaster Scenes and Sequences.
And suddenly I'm morphing into a plotter. Yep. Planning, lists. Working out the twists and turns before I get carried away with the wordage.
What next? Spreadsheets and an anorak? Maybe even a crochet habit?
I blame waking up to the golden benefits of having a syno BEFORE I write the story. I'm having to Plot or Flop. Totally out of character and crazy mad. I blame Steve...this never happened before he came along.