It's been a while since my last blog and I have no excuse other than I've been trying to concentrate on my WIP which I intend to post off to the RNA on Saturday 1 August. I've even denied myself the delights of Facebook for the last six weeks to get this done.
This is a self-imposed deadline, as I know I have a bit longer than that, but I'm afraid Drew and Anastasia are sorely trying my patience now with their angst and trauma. Drew is damaged beyond repair, and Anastasia is the most fiery heroine I've ever written about. If they aren't together and living happily ever after by then, then I'm afraid they've had it. Kaput.
I've more ideas up my sleeve, you see. Ideas that I'm itching to get down on paper. But until my gorgeous Greek hero and stubborn red-head get their act together then I can't bring myself to start. It hasn't helped that I had a stupid set-back the other day - I lost 6000 words! Even my youngest son who is usually so hot on technology couldn't help, although it wasn't through lack of trying on his part. It was just too catastrophic to mend. It happened when I was try to synchronise my iPad and iMac and I saved the wrong version of my manuscript. We live and learn. I won't do that again in a hurry.
Luckily, we're off to Corfu in the morning, and during our lazy days on the beach, I intend to crack on and hopefully make this up. My DH could see how upset I was by my foolish mistake and has promised to leave me alone to write. Of course, I won't ignore him completely! I will try and spend some time with him - hee hee.
Joking aside, I'm so looking forward to getting away. If only there wasn't so much preparation to do before we leave. Is anybody else like this? Me - I have to clean the house from top to bottom, change all the beds, and not leave a scrap of laundry in the basket.
Why do I do this? It's still going to be there when we return. The dust will have settled again on all the surfaces. The sheets won't have got any dirtier as we won't have slept in them for a fortnight - what is the point of it all?
As you can probably guess, I'm working myself up into my usual pre-holiday frenzy. I won't relax until we've found a parking space at the airport, caught that ridiculous bus to fhe terminal (you know the one I mean - where there isn't enough room for everyone's cases and they're scattered all over the aisles) and checked in our luggage. I detest standing in queues but there's no way around this one. You're absolutely stuck. Even the queue (supposed to be the baggage drop) where you've done online check-in is longer than the queue where you haven't already checked in! Ridiculous.
Then even when you've been allocated your seat, and there is no possible way anyone else can sit in your spot, there is the last queue of all to contend with - the one when they announce that the plane is finally ready for boarding. At first, it is all very sedate and orderly. People are let through in some sort of sequence, but then the staff give up the pretence and that's when the real scrum starts. Before now, My DH and I have refused to get involved. We've kept the weight off our feet until there is nobody left at the gate. Then we pick up our bags and stroll through. We're too old for any of that other nonsense.
Have a great summer everyone. Hope to meet many of you at the RNA tea party in York on
5 September.
Until next time.
Kim x
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