#amwriting a fair bit these days, but I’m not chasing word count at the moment. I’m culling more words than I’m writing.
There’s been a lot else going on too, with a friend’s 30th birthday in sci-fi / fantasy dress up…
And an all-day birth workshop. Educational. Pro-tip: Don’t go to one of these without coffee after a big night (spiced mead for a winter party is an exceptional pairing)
I now have a pretty good idea how to catch a baby, what is likely to “incur the wrath”, and how to zen out. We’ve got this baby thing in the bag… Riggghhhht.
The writing I have been doing has done my head in, as it’s another one of those impossible escape scenes. Writing them into a corner = fun. Extricating them not so much.
On ze tactics front, I’ve started writing in the mornings so that I can push through a late day of day job work without simultaneously worrying about my book deadline. Also trying to avoid one of the pitfalls of this blogging thing… namely getting addicted to social media. I’ll just check my stats. Twitter. Stats again. Ooo look at the time, and nothing is done. Eeeep.
Hokay, that’s enough from me.