How on EARTH can we be halfway through August already? I'm sure I've entered some sort of time-warp where everything's speeded up.
It's been a busy month already as I've squeezed in a ten-day visit from my mother and a four day trip to the seaside, and I've a few days in Bruges with my daughter coming up next week. I've already been to Prague this year, so have somehow gone from barely leaving my desk (loyal readers - if they're still out there - will recall my aversion to travelling) to zipping about as though I've got ants in my pants.
I still find travelling rather stressful and am always glad to get home, but seeing new places does give a fresh perspective, and spending time with loved ones is always (well, usually) a very good thing.
I'm looking forward to settling back into a writing pattern - oh, who am I kidding? I've never had a writing pattern - if I did it would look like this...
but I do miss the routine of writing when I'm away or entertaining visitors. I've scribbled down the odd short story idea (odd being the operative word) but I need to start expanding them before I lose the drift, and I've made a tentative start on novel number four, so I'm keen to get on with that.
Excitingly, a publisher has shown an interest in novel two (I hope you're keeping up) so I'm waiting with bated breath to hear from my agent, but bearing in mind I've been at this stage before I'm keeping one foot firmly on the ground.
So if you see someone hopping about, looking blue in the face, please don't call a doctor. Just pretend you haven't seen me.
