Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I started the week full of good intentions. It was a new week – new mood – new energy.
There was none of that – ‘It’s a beautiful day, watch someone ruin it.’
But someone did.

BT did. Someone had tried to hack into my e-mail account over the weekend and had promptly been frozen out, me included! To make matters worse, I had temporarily forgotten the answer to my security question, so couldn’t change said password either.

Thoroughly frustrated, I finally managed to speak to someone in India who said she would e-mail me a new password. Words cannot sufficiently explain what happened to my temper after trying several times to get her to see why this would not work, and I was passed on to someone else. This young woman was so helpful and immediately understood my problem, that my temper had no choice but to high tail it out of the back door!

So, not a good start, you might say. But this was only Monday, onwards and upwards OK?
I should be thinking about what I want to do next. Anita has a book ready for proofing, and I need to work on my WIP, PayBack, but not feeling geared up yet.
What I cannot understand is why most days are good and optimistic, then you get those other kind. The ‘what the hell do you think you are doing’ days. Closely followed by (give it up, you know you are too old to bother with it).

I am basing my understanding of this writing business on what I have observed with my sister Anita. She has six good books to her credit and just seems to get on with it (and enjoys the process!)
I know we are all different, and that’s how it should be, it’s just not very helpful.

I think it is my age that seems to be the problem. I find myself wondering where all the time has gone and know that I have wasted most of it. Why didn’t I want to do this when my brain was so much younger?
Don’t get me wrong, on a good day I know my brain is as good as if not better than most people’s. It’s just that my good days are getting pretty thin on the ground.

So I shouldn’t be wasting any of them, right?