For most of 2022, I had been flitting from one job to another, spending a few futile moments with each. I was desperately hoping for inspiration, but none of these jobs inspired me, so no progress there.
I am still not quite back to normal life after covid and have discovered a collection of non-functioning cells in my head, masquerading as a brain. A brain that seems to have forgotten how to switch on and get on with anything. I have my fingers crossed that this after-effect of covid will pass, and the sooner, the better!
All through 2022, I honestly thought my writing days were over, as I hadn’t had any inspirational moments in what seemed like forever, and this was starting to seriously upset me.
I didn’t give up, though; perish the thought! I persevered, spending all my spare time re-reading the words languishing on the page. Trying desperately to trigger a little inspiration, something I could work with.
Finally, I had a breakthrough and managed to write several chapters for the WIP, and it felt so good to be back in the saddle. At least, I hope that’s where I am at the moment.
If last year has taught us anything, though, there’s no point worrying about anything anymore.
The house gets grubbier every day, and going out has definitely lost its appeal. There are still plenty of germs out there, just waiting to grab us!
The weather has been appalling, and we haven’t set foot in the garden for ages.
Our health is the worst it has ever been, to the extent that we now need another carer to take care of us. Seriously though, we are managing to take care of each other. Not very well, I must admit, but it’s better than nothing.
We hope that 2023 is ready to take on our expectations and find ways to cheer us all up…
We still haven’t had any snow, and it doesn’t look like we will.
I still haven’t had time to assess our progress or decide the best way forward this year. Basically, I just want to curl up on the couch and sleep.