Cheeky Mummy

I like to think of myself as a writer.

If I’m honest I don’t feel that’s entirely accurate. Although technically I do write for a living, I really want to be writing fiction, not writing/proofing random articles and blogs about business stuff. The problem is I don’t have time. Or head space.

I’m a very particular writer…things have to be just right or inspiration doesn’t come. I like to be sitting at a desk, in a tidy room, writing on decent paper with a pen that writes smoothly. Some music helps, as does space to pace (I think best on the move, so need to walk to get the ideas flowing). No one nearby to hear me talking to myself would be best, but Hubby already knows I’m nuts, so it probably wouldn’t worry him.

OK, so I do know that what all that amounts to is a giant pile of procrastination…but I have a head full of baby and toddler at the moment, and switching over to the world of my novel (& there is a novel…although most of it is still stuck behind a traffic jam in my head) is not easy.

Not sure how to give myself a mental slap and get on with writing some (any?!) fiction, but this blog post is the first step. I plan to use it to guilt me into finishing the first chapter some time this year (maybe that’s aiming low, maybe it’s just realistic!).

So, if I’m reading this back later on, here’s a little message for myself…

WRITE SOMETHING

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Disclaimer: just because I’ve admitted I write for a living & have aspirations of writing fiction, don’t start holding it against me and expecting this blog to be well written/articulate/coherent…chances are it won’t be