I try to make the most of every day, because, as I’ve mentioned here before, I’m keenly aware that time runs out. On my way to publication, I was grateful for the support of the internet group, the Novel Racers. If you take a look at the blog, you’ll see quite a number of us achieved our aim of publication. But our lovely Lisa, Hesitant Scribe, didn’t live to celebrate those successes. Yet even at the very end, Lisa’s blog was funny, uplifting and an inspiration to all us to keep writing, to make the most of every second.
So, in the spirit of keeping it real, my life recently has been mostly about putting in some very long writing days at my desk against a backdrop of constant rain. Not exactly riveting blog material! I also made some summer marmalade with some cheap oranges, but made the mistake of turning my back on it whereupon it promptly decided to burn and I had to start again, doubling the price of my cheap marmalade. Our spuds are rotting in the ground with the constant deluge, the beans are shivering on their sticks in the cold wind and the pigeons have discovered our courgettes. I still can’t do any high impact sport because of on-going eye problem (on the other hand, discovering the utter joy of hula-hooping has been a revelation). Oh and last night, I had a damn good cry when it suddenly struck me that my dad wouldn’t be there to see his first granddaughter marry.
All part, as my dad would say, of life’s rich tapestry. We’re not here for a long time, so let’s make the most of the happy times!