Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Insecure Writers Support Group July
So here's a bizarre, not so nice, coincidence. I had planned to write about how life gets in the way of writing. Looking for work, being a governor, and having kids all get in the way of finding time to write. Worrying about money because I'm still looking for work prevents me from zoning out and creating my story. So here I am at the keyboard thinking about how things get in the way when Jeff rings. "Don't panic, but Joe's flipped the car". Sorry? Don't panic? Seriously? And suddenly, instead of having the half hour put by to write my post I am a Mother worrying about her boy. BTW, he's 21, when do I stop worrying? Never? Thought so. Calls to him, my step-mum (remember he's living down there atm), Jeff and the half hour has fluttered by like all the other half hours I try to scurry away but always end up being clawed back because of other events. Oh, if you're wondering, the car is a complete write off, but at least he's okay and no-one else was involved :) Shame Jeff spend all Saturday afternoon under it changing his brakes - or maybe, it turned out to be a blessing and it could have been much worse if he hadn't.
I found I wrote more the last 2 summers in my brothers back garden in France than I do the remaining 11 months of the year. So this year I am hoping, sitting on my Dad's terrace in Italy will have the same effect and I can make up for an incredible amount of time that real life swallows up. Speaking of real life ....... laterz xxx