This is a continuation of my recent post about how pleased I am that I am writing again.
And I really am, but there is something else going on. Or not, depending on how you look at it. Something I am having trouble coping with.
I didn’t mention it at the time in case it was a temporary thing.
I have been up with the lark, writing my socks off and enjoying every moment. Followed by busy mornings, catching up with all the routine online stuff.
All good, right?
But my afternoons couldn’t be more different. I have always regarded the afternoons as my time, where I get creative making new posters, book covers, trailers and new posts.
Since having covid, which was a nightmare, I am far from back to normal and try as I might, I cannot conjure up any magic.
The weather here in the UK has been brutal. I have been so cold; it has just added to my woes. All I really want to do is curl up under a blanket and read. The temperature is set to rise a little tomorrow, and I hope this will warm up my brain too…
We haven’t had any snow, which hasn’t helped my mood either…