There’s always something!
This year is panning out to be a pretty rubbish writing year! I had successfully managed to firmly reattach my derrière to my writing chair, but then life – again – happened…
Hubby broke his shoulder cycling (surgery plus six weeks in a sling), then daughter sprained her wrist playing football and is wearing one of these velcro straps things that apparently renders her incapable of motion.
To top it all, we’re having our only bathroom redone.
So I have become nurse, taxi and project manager… My writing career is more than likely over. Continue reading “The writer’s work/life what?”