Monday, January 2, 2012
I shouldn't be here. My mum is staying, and she can't understand the lure of the computer and the typing of lovely words. I haven't done any writing at all since just before Christmas, which is unheard of. What if I've forgotten how to do it?
I have this horrible feeling that if I don't write every day my creative muscle will grow weak and flabby - I need to exercise it and get it toned up again (a bit like the rest of me).
My New Year's writing resolution is to increase my output in 2012 and to stop worrying about 'the market' so much as it freezes me up, but I've lots of catching up to do already.
Talking of exercise, we've been hula-hooping like mad. Or trying to.
It started as a laugh, but I'm getting frustrated now. Lovely daughter makes it look simple, and can practically read a book at the same time. My mum's got the hang of it and she's nearly 70, but me?
Let's just say Lovely Daughter's threatened to film me and put the results on You Tube, she finds my efforts so hilarious. It's like I'm fighting the Invisible Man - badly - while rotating my hips like granny on the dance-floor, as the hoop lies listlessly round my feet.
And if you think there's a story in it do let me know. I haven't got time to be creative - I need to put the kettle on.
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