Naughty, naughty. I haven't blogged (well, here at least) for over a month. I told myself that if I wasn't doing any novel writing, then the least I had to do was blog regularly to keep my hand in, as it were. The copious amounts of writing I've been doing for work don't really count for my purposes, I don't think.
Well, nothing much has changed here on Walton Mountain. Work continues to pain me, though I do have a project on at the moment that I love. It deals with children and charities, so maybe that's a clue as to the sort of thing I should really be doing.
I'm working from home today, and as I started at 8am (get me!) and have had an uber efficient morning, I'm going to try (if I can finish a couple of proposals I need to write) to get an hour's writing in late this afternoon. Would be most carthartic and woudl make me feel like I've had a day of super achievement.
Off to rainy Wales for fun and frolics this weekend...
a x
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