Time is something I never have enough of, but these last few days this is especially true.
My three year-old has chicken pox. He’s not sleeping, he’s irritable, he’s bored. Today was my friend’s daughter’s birthday and we missed the party due to the toddler’s contagious state, so he’s been particularly mardy. Add into the mix my own exhaustion and a pounding headache, and I’m not having the best time. (Could I have some violins, please?)
I had planned a lovely blog post on different ways to approach writing a novel, but I’d rather write it when I have time so I can do it justice.
Anyway, enough of my moaning. How are you?