Wow. My first foray into the world of blogging. Swine flu seems to have a plus side after all. I've watched every single programme stored in my sky+ box, and read EVERYTHING in Saturday's newspaper (including the sports section), fussed my cats for hours and now I'm officially bored.
Of course, I should be:
a) finishing the revised draft of the first novel
b) carrying on with the start of the second novel
BUT instead I am here, blogging for the very first time.
Procrastination is not my middle name, but it might as well be. I can come up with at least 47 reasons not to write when I should be writing. My flat is never tidier than when I know I should really be writing. Meals get cooked, laundry gets done, mail gets sorted, writing gets ignored.
Must. Try. Harder.