Yes folks, I’ve committed to writing a 50,000 word novel in a month.
Gulp. I can barely tear myself from the TV to write my blog most days, and I LOVE doing this, oh God, what have I done?
Also if I enter into the true spirit of this and literally start something from scratch, I have no idea what I’m going to write about.
AND 15 hours of Day One have already elapsed!
Still, me being me, there is no way I’d ever do it without something like this, and it will keep my mind wandering in and out of paranoid, panicky hell, so I can only do my best.
Need to earn money NOW, a new company to set up, yoga to do, baking to bake, blogs to blog and stories to fake, how did I get so busy?
This was never part of the plan; when WILL I get time to watch ‘Real Housewives’ and ‘Strictly’?
Let’s hope whatever I produce is out of this world…..
Sorry, that was lame, let me assure you that no matter how much time I have to dedicate to this novel, I won’t write shit like that for you ever again!
Wish me luck xx