This Writer's Life...

Normal service...

…is slowly being resumed at Chez Wells. A huge thank you for your lovely comments and virtual hugs. I can't tell you how much they helped. The house is very empty without Muffet and I still keep looking for him, getting two feeding bowls ready, preparing to step over him to get to my chair and all the other stuff. Tilly is still looking for her canine friend too which is sad to see. …

Saying goodbye...

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…is never easy, is it?

Back in January, 2006, we decided we could get another dog. We already had two-year-old Tilly and as the local animal sanctuary had dozens of dogs looking for new homes, we thought it would be good to rescue one. So off we went. I wanted a two-year-old dog to keep up with Tilly and grow old with her. I also wanted a golden one so that I'd only have one hair colour to worry about when choosing carpets. …

Just write the damn thing

I have a note on my office wall that says: Just write the damn thing.

The deadline for Dying Art is the end of May and I still have a few thousand words of the first draft to write. Then comes the editing and polishing. So instead of faffing around worrying about a certain paragraph, I really do need to just the write the damn thing.

I need this clock:

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A busy week

On Tuesday night, we drove through a light snow flurry to get to the football at Turf Moor (Burnley lost), and on Wednesday morning, I looked out of my window and saw real snow. Yes, snow. Just when I thought spring had sprung too. As we've had no sunshine since, there are still piles of the frozen stuff lying around. I love snow - really, I do - but not when I'm mentally geared up for spring. …

When size matters...

What a productive weekend I had. I abandoned the desk for the day on Friday but I got a lot done over the weekend so I'm feeling suitably smug. 

In the midst of all this productivity, I suddenly realised that Easter was almost upon us. I've known for months that it's coming, since January when the first eggs appeared in the shops, but I didn't realise it was so close. I had eggs to buy so I dealt with those. …

© Shirley Wells 2013