Tag: 12 stories in 12 months

Did you have a lovely Christmas? Ours was very relaxed. We didn’t do any baking, but of course the poet still cooked us a rather splendid Christmas dinner. We had…

The poet was back from his almost-week-long business trip (yay!), but he had his usual Friday morning meetings via Teams, so I had to find something to do that (a)…

Toothache kept me awake for much of Tuesday night while I continued to um and ah about renewing my membership to that writing academy. In the end, I opted for…

The day started yesterday a bit later than it needed to due to me sleeping in a bit. The dog had woke me up early again, asking to go out…

I was up bright and early yesterday, getting up when the poet left for work. Before breakfast I played one of my side hustle games. Over breakfast I read more…

Him: “Who’s the musician in the house?” Me: “That’s my husband.” Him: “What do you do?” Me: “I’m a writer.” Him: “Really? Have you written anything?” [beat] Me: “What do…

I spent much of the weekend trying to focus on what work needs doing when. I spent a lot of time last week learning how to publish a magazine in…

So this was the sight that greeted me when I went into the office this morning. I can’t stand an untidy desk and I can’t work at one. But this…

At the end of the day on Monday I dug out each and every notebook or piece of paper or printout that has anything to do with The Beast Within. I…

First job Friday morning was a trek down to the doctor’s to collect a repeat prescription. It’s less than five minutes away, on foot, so I was there and back…

I have no idea what happened to Thursday. It was there, and I know I did stuff. But it seems to have vanished into a puff of thin air. I’ll…

For the second day on the trot the poet was up early and off on a business trip. On Tuesday he had to drive south to the midlands. Yesterday he…

Catch up time again yesterday. This time revising a pop-up workshop on when things don’t quite go the way the readers/viewers expect and how to build that into your writing….

The last thing I did on Wednesday night was read another short story from the first set book for the fantasy thriller writing workshop. It was a horror story and…

The very last thing I did before going to sleep on Tuesday night was plot out the storyline for The City of Glasgow. I used Story Plotter on my phone….

The poet was up with the lark on Monday morning because he had a long drive south for a two-day business conference. And he really was driving to the bottom…

Happy 4th of July to all of my American friends and readers. Have a super day. Saturday On Saturday morning I hung out some washing, wrote our meal plan for…

I was at my desk on time, having caught up on social media and email over breakfast. I also read another two chapters of the NetGalley book and I shared…

The weather is a lot more bearable at the moment, despite the storms never arriving. There’s a cool, fresh breeze and that makes a massive difference inside the house when…

I’d stayed up a bit late to get the short story submitted in time to the writing challenge, and that meant getting up late the next day as well. Once…

Most of Tuesday was taken up with the date work and getting all of that up to date. It didn’t finish at tea time, though. I had another webinar to…