I’m trying to make more of an effort to blog. Since I tend to go through spates of it where I blog everyday (sometimes more than once a day) and then spates where I don’t blog much at all. Actually it usually happens when I’m in the middle to the end of writing a story, once I get past a certain point I seem to loose track of everything else and I’m ‘must get words on page, must get this scene finished’ etc.

Not so good when brat wanders up and goes ‘Mummy no work anymore’ :S and I realise that, although I’m around, she’s pretty much been left to her own devices. Which is when I start getting up at stupid oclock and writing so I spend time with her in the day. Which leads to a lack of sleep as I don’t go to bed earlier and… yeah, if anyone noticed the ends of my books are a little… odd? That’s why.

So, we haz the sick at the moment. Mr C has been laid low with a sinus and chest infection and I’m pretty sure I have one two. My lungs feel like they did the other month when I had a bad infection. It was one of those ones where everyone had it and the doc’s were saying fluid and rest, it’ll go away. Guess what? It didn’t. Then I got a bollocking from my doctor because I was a day or two off hospital with it. So… tell us it’ll go away and to get on with things and it doesn’t? Go figure. I couldn’t work it out either.

Which means I have to get brat up early and get her ready (NOT fun if she’s not ready to go out) then go hurry up and wait in the doc’s reception. Which should be fun, Brat’s potty training atm so every couple of minutes we have to go sit her on the toilet (not to wee, she’s just fascinated with the whole flushing the loo and washing her hands bit but… you know… you gotta go do it in case she DOES need to go).

Ugh, should shower now. See you later with more tales from the seriously sleep deprived side.