Confidence is a funny thing. (As well as a preference of the habitual voyeur of what is known as… )
(Sorry- dreadful Britpop injoke. Won’t happen again)
Basically, I’ve had a fantastic few days, stumbled slightly today just because of a few interruptions and a general lack of energy. And now, I’m thinking- (or at least a part of me is thinking)- that I’ve lost my groove and won’t get it back. I’m going to try and not let it stop me, at any rate. I’ve done over 30,000 words in the last four days- and it’s still the topmost piece of the iceberg. This could, conceivably, be a bit of a monster.
Three more days. Gulp.
George’s mum is staying for the night- it’s been fun so far. I’ve volunteered to sleep in the lounge, so life will be consisting of sofa cushions tonight.
And I’ve got a selection of reviews for C4.com- two of which are for really bad movies- that means there’ll be more money coming in.
This is what I need to be doing more of…