It's been busy this last month. It always is in December, with the usual Christmassy stuff to organise, church services to attend, family gatherings (which included a wedding the day after it snowed here!) and as an added extra this year, overseeing 3 blogs for an overlap of two or three weeks as well as Mr Squidge recovering from a minor op. (Incidentally, I hope that you've all had wonderful Christmasses and Father Christmas bought you everything you wanted. I got a proper Babycham glass and a rainbow hat! Which has got to be seen to be believed...and might form the basis of another blog post!)
Anyway, in all that time, I've not written a thing.
(Do Christmas cards count? I think not...)
It's not as if I've not tried; I've been struggling with a particular story challenge I'm part of at the moment - I had an idea, but it just wouldn't work right. Yesterday, there was a bit of a light bulb moment. I ditched my original idea and came at it from a different angle, used a different main character and bingo! Had a plot, an MC, a secondary character and I could still include the memory and item AND object I needed as set down in the rules...
Today, I started to write said story. It goes something like this:-
I stifled a yawn, flicked lint from my jacket, and turned to Rickam. "How many more?" I murmured.
That's as far as I got before the first interruption. *sigh* And I've not managed to write anything else since.
We drive to Yorkshire tomorrow to visit family, so there's at least three hours in the car I can use to add a bit more...
At least the words are back.