So far on this blog I’ve not made a big thing about my writing, it’s just something I do to keep the boredom at bay and hold on to my sanity. When the idea first struck me I thought I’d give up before I finished anything but it seems to have stuck and I keep going.
To be honest I’m just kind of winging it. I’ve written one novel that is in the editing stages and half-written two others - one abandoned and the other I’m currently working on. I try to fit in the writing whenever I can but sometimes the chores of motherhood get me down.
Well… not motherhood, more housewife chores, the constant tidying, hoovering, polishing, washing clothes, all those things that no one else does. I look at my house and see piles of clothes ready to wash, notice the dust that has settled on the surfaces and see the dishes ready to be put into the dishwasher and a darkness descends around me.
Why can’t someone else do it for a change? Why am I the one everyone turns to?