Today is Wednesday, so I had a nugget of time to write in. The baby was meant to be sleeping, but he kept calling out every so often, which interrupted my train of thought, though it's lovely to hear his little voice. The worrying thing is, maybe he's growing out of morning sleeps, and then I'll lose one of my extra writing sessions a week...but I'm not going to borrow trouble. Maybe next week he'll sleep; and tomorrow I want him to sleep in the afternoon, because that's when the four year old is out! Poor child; no wonder he's out of routine.
I also had time after lunch to read some of the latest Writers' Forum. I particularly enjoyed reading Hazell Evans' 'Book Deal or bust!' She is an aspiring writer like me, though she's a few steps ahead. It's good to hear about other people in the same boat; and I found it very encouraging today, when the job of rewriting has seemed more difficult than juggling knives while climbing Everest. But as my outdoorsy-husband frequently reminds me when we are conquering Welsh mountains and my legs are giving up, (and my spirits, too) - all you have to do is keep taking one more step at a time.
So here's to pretending there is no big picture; to anyone else who is battling to improve their writing, or finish a novel; to the promise of writing time tomorrow.