Setting myself a deadline for my writing is never a good thing. I promised myself I would finish my latest book by last weekend, but I ended up spending the weekend in Blackpool. With only one chapter left to write, I swore I would get it done this week, finished by Saturday and a final proof read on Sunday before sending to publisher. Unfortunately it yet again hasn’t happened.
Yesterday I went shopping and although I wrote a little bit, I then decided to spring clean (or should that be autumn clean?!) my cupboards, because I’m sick of things falling out when I open them.
I sat down at my PC this morning, recharged and raring to go, spent an hour or so writing, went downstairs to make a coffee and we had a power cut. My husband checked the fuse board in the cupboard and none of the switches had ‘tripped’, so he checked the electric box outside and the meter was blank, no numbers or anything. A call to the electric board confirmed there wasn’t a problem in the area and it was just us. Four hours later my electric was restored after a fuse in the electric meter was replaced, but now that I’ve cooked dinner and sorted the laundry out, it’s a bit too late to get going again.
I’ll print out what I’ve done today and take it into work, try to do a bit of editing and add to it in my lunch break each day. Maybe next weekend it’ll be third time lucky!