What a difference a week makes

It’s been one week since I last posted. 7 days. But it feels like it’s been a month at least.

What a week. Numerous sad, sad events. Stress and tears. A funeral tomorrow. Many guests. A full work week. A messy house. A sick husband.

And in the middle of this dark, dark week a ray of sunlight:

I’ve broken through on revisions. And I’m sleeping (generally). The two go together, even – I’ve been dreaming about revision, in a very positive, excited way.

Somehow, amazingly, my plans for this book are all coming together. I’m liking it again. Nay, I’m loving it.

And once again writing it what is getting me through.

I had big plans to write a post on characterisation today, but I hope you won’t blame me when I say I’m feeling way too overwhelmed to even attempt it. Next week. I promise.

Thanks for taking the time to read this blog. It means a lot.

What a difference a week makes

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