Well, I’ve finally managed to dig myself out from under the avalanche of spam comments and get round to actually updating the blog. I’ve been neglecting my writing lately and the self-imposed deadline for the completion of the first draft of Yantsu is barrelling down on me like a runaway train. I’m just waiting for the wild panic to set in and maybe that will be the kick in the pants I need.
It never ceases to amaze me how many trivial things suddenly demand my attention when I should be writing. Furniture shopping, for instance. Why is that that, after living in a flat with two garden recliners and an inflatable mattress for 4 months, it becomes a matter of life and death to buy a couple of sofas and a bed?
Now, I’m not the most stable person on the planet as anyone who knows me will testify. I rarely stay in one place long enough to make it feel like home and now, with only 2 months remaining on my lease, I decide to furnish the place. When will I ever learn?
Only last November I sold almost £500 worth of furniture for £40 because I moved out of one house without having another ready to move into. Two moves later and I’m stocking up on furniture again while part of my crazy mind is contemplating a trip back to South Africa to avoid the British winter. Sometimes I scare myself.
Perhaps it’s time to take a good look at my life and reevaluate my priorites.