Hypocrisy, addiction and excuses.

Hypocrisy, addiction and excuses.

I hope it’s the thought that counts, because I’ve had so many ideas for blog posts since I last actually wrote one.

I had my first experience with a fact checker this week. My article was drawn from several conflicting sources, so I wasn’t surprised by the historical queries, but I thought I was good at grammar.At least, I am offended by other people’s errors. Shouldn’t that mean something? I comfort myself with the fact I knew it was ‘guerilla’ and not ‘gorilla’ warfare.

Before that, I went to my first writer’s retreat. It wasn’t what I expected; I didn’t write, and it was stimulating rather than restful, but I loved it. Could become addicted. It would be cheaper and less unhealthy than either plastic surgery or drugs.

Looking ahead to this weekend, I think I’m heading for a personal worst in the Bournemouth half marathon. Allow me to put my excuses in now: when I’ve got to sleep on time, I’ve been woken early by my husband getting the train; my days have been filled with one sort of writing or another; I’ve not had the childcare to get out as often as I’d like and the picture below is all the washing I’ve done since Monday.

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So?

So?

First week of term is over. For all my worries, my eldest has found his way home from secondary school, done his first piece of homework without fuss and not yet lost his tie. The other children like their new teachers and Stikins have done for labelling uniforms what Henry Ford did for car manufacture.

Meanwhile, with the sudden return of state-sponsored childcare, I’ve finished some research, drafted a feature and emailed some more pitches. For me, it’s still a wonder this is now my job. It’s exactly what I wanted to do, but I didn’t realise it was possible.

As to the photo I said I’d take each day, I’ve done it, honest, even if some of them were copying newspaper articles I needed for my next piece. The candle above is probably my artiest shot, taken at my cousin’s wedding the weekend before last. I’m trying.

And this is Bath, just because it’s pretty!

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