Ok, so I'm not really writing in a war zone, but by God, it feels like I am. For those of you that don't know I am living in the middle of GCSE hell. And not just once but twice as I have twin girls. To say the atmosphere is tense, is hysterical. I can barely speak without offending one of my delightful children. As of last week, they were let loose on the world and told they only needed to go in for exams. So that means basically they are at home more than not, revising and eating everything in sight. I couldn't be more thrilled to have their joyous company...
And guess what? It's making writing difficult. I thought it would be easier with them at home, but somehow it isn't. In between playing referee and constantly moaning at them to clear up after themselves, I'm struggling to write. Luckily my words are written early in the morning thanks to Miracle Morning, but I'm not getting as much editing done as I would like. I'm unable to do it at work at the moment, because I've taken over the Twitter account and all my time is taken up with building that up. However, I am proud of how far I've come word wise, last time I told you it was at 16,420. I've now reached 31,244, so I'm over the hump of the 50,000 words and still on target to finish it by the 1st of July.
I'm not feeling guilty about the lack of writing time though, because I know this will pass. It is just temporary madness. Once prom is out of the way, the girls will hopefully be employed for the summer until college and out of my hair. The arguing should cease and life should go back to the rosy coloured existence I usually drift around in. I just need to adapt to this new regime for a while. I need to look at the time I have available and concentrate more. For now, I'll just plug in my earphones and practise lots of deep breathing with the help of some amazing meditation soundtracks on Spotify.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I will be heading in for my next round of edits of my chapter book next week. I've really pulled the first draft apart and made sure the plot is more secure. Keep shaking those pompoms of me to reach the finishing line.