One day I’ll work out how to stick that in the side-bar. And, uh, make it a bit bigger.
Thank you for the kind wishes. I got home from work feeling like a little kid with big homework, and moped about the kitchen eating salted hazelnuts and whining about absolutely every other tiny little thing going on in my life right now, working up a good old Martyred Expression, especially as my husband wasn’t offering to do the cooking so I could get on and write, when I realised that the only reason he hadn’t offered was because he was actually doing it. At which point I felt like an eejit and sloped sheepishly over to the computer.
I am aiming for 2000 words a day. Today’s count so far, 500. I think I really ought to stop yammering on at you guys and go and rescue my hero from the ankle-deep mud currently ruining his best loafers. [You could buy him some wellies - Ed (still, by the way, sulking, because I was so not consulted about this)].
