The last week...

I've been slack, I know I haven't done as much as I should have. Every day I've written something, even if it's just been tweets. Then there's reading, I'm always reading something.

I probably have missed days, but that's okay, once in a while it's okay to miss a day. I had a bad week, I'm sure you'll understand.

Read: Feb 7th

I appear to be having some brain freeze, in all fairness I've had a few things going on for the last couple of days, so I appear to have forgotten what I read.

Oh yes, I remember now...I read a blog! I wish I could remember more than that as it was a good one too. Apologies this week isn't going well blog wise.

Write: Feb 7th

Last night I stayed in bed, from the moment I got home from work pretty much until I went to sleep a few hours later. So how does someone who's been feeling pretty sorry for them self write...well I asked a friend for some word or phrase to prompt me. She gave me Adele's song Someone like you and I listened to the song and heard the lyrics and there, like a Phoenix out of ashes, not just my writing grew but a whole idea for a story of some sort appeared.

Feb 5th where art thou?!

I know I've been keeping on top of my reading and writing...but I appear to have lost of a whole day of blogging about it. If anyone finds it, please return to this address...haha.

Write: Feb 6th

I've been writing, though apparently not blogging for a couple of days allows me to forget just what I have written on which days. But I know I wrote. I probably wrote some of my Holiday fic again as that's making good progress.

Read: Feb 6th - sewing!

I spent most of the day sewing. I have a bag I'd been working on, mostly waiting to buy some interfacing and I finally got the chance to do it. So I spent most of the day reading instructions as to what I had to do.

Read: Feb 4th - The Postmistress

I read the same book again and I'm a little curious as to its direction. The storyline that was beginning to unfold had a sense of foreboding, as though something bad is going to happen...I've learnt a lot about the craft over the last few years and something that's always stood out for me is that words matter. Everything you write will matter for the story.

So now I'm curious as to what something I read alludes to. In no normal universe does someone mention something unusual in their thoughts, without said unusual thing having an impact in some way on the story.

I'll keep you posted...