I should be in a writing mode but I’m procrastinating. I wanted to have Sparrow’s Share ready by spring but I gave myself a get-out clause and delayed it until June. Now I’m convincing myself it’ll be okay until September, after all, Gridluck was tweaked and twerked until August last year. It’s not a good habit. I’ve got to make the effort and bring the deadline forward but I prefer to make excuses.
It’s not that I don’t have the same enthusiasm for Sparrow’s Share. I do. In fact it will be a brilliant revelation drama as to what Kate Higgins is all about. I just feel so heavy right now. I don’t mean I’ve packed the pounds on although I could do with losing some. I mean heavy as in…laden? I feel like I’m wondering around in a chain-mail suit, hat an’ all! I’d make ‘light’ work if anyone wanted me to ‘sleep with the fishes’. I’m blaming the shingles (shut up about the shingles man!) and the two (prescribed) painkillers I took that one night for my pain, which seemed to do something to my seratonin levels.
I’m not sure whether I had stirrings anyway but what I do know is it leaves you feeling like a succubus is sitting on your chest slowly inhaling your soul! The visiting mythical hag did visit and I haven’t had a visit from her for just over a year.
People without knowledge of the succubus will just think I’ve lost all track of reality and am talking nonsense, those in the know will probably think the same!
So there you have it, I’ve just turned up in my own dream, everyone is staring and I realise too late that I’m not wearing my best suit…everything is in slow motion and I can’t leave!
Or was that real?
Still, at least Jo Stroud is working hard at the exciting graphic novel adaptation of Off Her Facebook! Thank goodness for those creative types.
Eeeeh! After putting all that down I’ve used up my writing energy allowance for another day!