Going nowhere fast.

When I took redundancy from my full-time job it was with the idea I would spend all day everyday writing. Well, that was the plan.

Today while chatting on the phone with my brother, we spoke about the fact that when you retire the day seem to fly by, and you wonder where the time has gone. My brother said he had a theory that at work, you are told you must get something done within a certain time. When you are at home the time is your own, you do things at your own pace.

I said, my problem is I get side-tracked. Coming home from the post office for my husband, I landed up tidying the garden after filling the green bin. I dug over the last two vegetable plots, and then hoovered the house, dusted the bedroom and did some washing as it was a lovely morning.

I try to spend as much time as possible at the keyboard, but there are jobs I have to do around the house. By 3.30 I stop what I’m doing and start getting dinner ready. As this was the only stipulation my husband made when it was agreed that I should take redundancy and focus on my writing.  So my job is to have a meal on the table ready for when he comes home from work.

At the moment as far as my writing is concerned I’m still waiting to hear back from a publisher. I have sent off a submission to a magazine, and I’m still editing a pocket novel. So as you can see I’m still busy working on my dream.

Hope to have something positive to report soon.

Have a great weekend,

Paula R. C.