The Plague has struck.
Yes, it’s been one of those weeks. The little one has brought home more than the usual sniffles and has been restricted to the house – extra annoying as she’s absolutely fine in herself and has been slowly going mad under confinement. Now my wife has got it too and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before I succumb.
In any case, the bare fact is that I’ve been unable to operate on anything like normal conditions. I’ve taken time off work to look after said Small and all writing time has been erased.
All this is an over-elaborate way of saying that I’ve got nothing to talk about this week. I have no writing news – I still wait for my submissions to either bear fruit or be declared barren. I have added zero words to my work in progress, nor have I scraped any editing barrel. Any Editorium-time I’ve been managed to garner – like the hour I have now – has been devoted to the deadline-ridden piece of proofreading I currently have on my plate.
This is fine. This is all fine. There will always be days or weeks when the best-laid plans are all rent asunder. The trick is not so much in the coping with the fall but in the getting back on track again once the dust has settled.
So: resolutions. I must finish my proofreading and dispatch it avec invoice. That’s front and centre.
Then I must get back to writing and actually try and find something interesting to say next week.
Hope you’re well and happy and all’s happily productive in your world.
What’s the difference between a cat and a comma?
One has claws at the end of its paws, the other has a pause at the end of its clause