Blood, Sweat and Chocolate

Today, I gave in to the temptation of chocolate. This means that, although it’s officially my day off from training, I’ll still have to do about 40 minutes on the exercise bike to sweat off the excess kilojoules.

What does this have to do with writing? Not a lot really. Except that it’s because I bury my head in Open Office all day and don’t eat properly that the junk food gets a foot in via the back door.

It also means that I’ll have to shut the laptop down earlier than usual to get the exercise time in. That’s not necessarily a bad thing because I’ll be less inclined to stay up until the early hours working on Broken Bonds.

Speaking of the book, it’s coming along fairly well. I’m struggling a bit with distractions, aka cats and other people in the house, but the little plot twists that surprise even me are beginning to pop up. That’s when I know I’m on the right track. At least I hope I am.

I find it very hard to judge the quality of my own writing. Some days I’ll sit here, convinced I’m spewing out nothing but stream of consciousness bulldust and other days I’ll really enjoy the process and actually like what I have down at the end of the day.

The acid test will be when someone else gets to read it, but that’s a long way off.

Okay, so there was no blood, but somehow “Sweat and Chocolate” sounded vaguely obscene. I think I need to work on my headline writing skills.