Day two of the 'No TV' experiment and I have to say that I have faired better today. This is partly because I have, from nowhere, developed an unnatural obsession with cleaning the house instead. Now I do clean the house at some point, but only under extreme duress and when I have nothing better to do. But today I was well away. I was all for ripping the elderly and, quite frankly, past it carpets and having new ones - that's how bad my cleaning urge was. It just seemed that no matter how hard I cleaned the kitchen floor I couldn't get it clean enough! This is most unlike me. I have replaced one bad writing habit with another equally creativity squashing activity. And no, I'm not pregnant before anyone asks.
I did have a few mins outside in the back garden this morning, before my cleaning frenzy started, where I did manage to jot down a couple of ideas for short stories, but that's as far as my writing plans got today. I might work on one of them tonight when my daughter goes to bed. Oh and I've seen no more lovely policemen today (yet) but I have spoken to one on the phone about the disturbance outside my house yesterday. Mystery solved and all is well.
As you can see from the photos my neighbour from across the road brought over the trampoline for my daughter, and she loves it. And I managed to put it back together - they'd taken the legs and poles off it. I was determined to show the world that I could put something together without the assistance of a man! My daughter was suitably impressed as she watched me wield my spanner and tighten the nuts!! Girl power and all that. It was quite a feat of engineering I can tell you - but not as difficult as the fun we had trying to get it into the garden. It was too tall to go through the gate due to the wooden bar across the gate frame, so the chap next door to me flexed his muscles and it went over his back fence into mine! I know the safety net thingie isn't on yet, but it will be by tonight. Begrudgingly, I do need a man who can to help me with that.
I'm still frustrated at how long it takes to finish writing a story, editing it, editing it some more, submitting it and then waiting weeks or months for a reply which, more often than not, seems to be a rejection! It takes FOREVER!! I'm sure most of you will know what I mean. But I'm still on track for finishing the latest batch of short stories and will be sending the first couple of them out the middle of next week. Wish me luck! And good luck to everyone out there who is in the same boat. Julie xx
PS The other photo is a picture of my cats especially for Teresa Ashby! Cara, the gardener, is at the front of the photo giving me the 'Cat from Shrek' innocent look, and her brother Cody behind her is giving me the Shaggy 'It Wasn't Me' look!