I went away for forty days. That was three months ago. I’ve not actually been gone for three months, but when I got back the excuses started piling up. First I was ill, exhausted from my trip. Then I was away again, then we had to tidy the house for guests, who then visited. After that there was a weekend away, more tidying, my brother going back to university, my best friend coming to visit and new kittens.
These babies are three and a half months old, very cute, and very fussy. I currently have Willow tucked between me and the chair arm, which is very sweet.
And a bit distracting.
So yes, excuses. They pile up. I will be better. It’s nearly National Novel Writing Month, when I am glued to my computer and typing all the words. Soon I’m going to start on a series of ‘preparing for NaNoWriMo’ posts.
But not right now, because there’s a kitten in my lap, and he’s too cute to disturb.