I bombed yesterday, big time. Nothing done, not a thing! Lauren has been tricking me and falling asleep on me when I least expect it… and then refusing to sleep when I try and put her to bed.
So I spent four hours yesterday being a bed, an hour chatting with a friend and laughing hysterically over the short movie my group made for an assignment back in design school. Our lecturer put it on Youtube… I haven’t seen it in… well, nine years I guess and it was a big blast from the past. I think it’s more funny for me because I remember making it, I know how much fun we had, it’s so lame, but makes me laugh a lot. The rest of the day was just normal, and there was no space to write. Oh and we watched the wedding video, which was lovely. It was such an awesome day and I’m glad the DVD reflects that.
Oh hang on, I did get around 400 words out in the morning, so I guess I did get something done after all!
In order not to start getting frustrated though, I need to finish something this weekend. A short story, a chapter, one of the two. I’m not sure what, but Ivy is out with my Mum this afternoon to see a show so maybe I’ll get some time to write.
In other news, my private belief that Lauren was a cat in another lifetime has been proved, she’s growling and rawring like a tiger and has the claws to prove it.