So the kids are finally back at school after seven long weeks of wind phobia and too much screen time. A summer of painting for sanity has come to an end and I can start my next book.
Or so I thought.
But it isn’t lack of an idea that’s holding me back, nor the three-star ‘bit predictable’ review on The Family We Choose.
It’s a puppy.
Whose crazy idea was it to get another pet, when we already have four guinea pigs, a hamster and a 10-year-old labradoodle. Oh, yeah, mine. Ahem.
Coco Martin joined us on Saturday and she is a joy. And a menace. But most of all she’s a baby.
Oh my, I’d gratefully forgotten the endless bodily fluids and the interrupted sleep and the day revolving around play and naps and food.
Any attempt to work is quickly aborted. She fell asleep on my fast forward button as I was audio-typing, and cried in her pen through a twenty-minute audio test, as I look to earn back some of the fortune she has already cost.
Much as knitting and watching videos might sound great, I’m ready to use my brain again.
Never mind.
Writing will recommence soon. In the meantime, it’s lucky she’s cute!
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