I've been so busy writing short stories for my next collection, that I completely overlooked National Short Story Week.
Okay, that's a lame excuse - I forget every year! I'm just naturally bad at remembering these things.
Once I've got these first drafts written, I will grab my favourite collections and read some fabulous short stories by Ali Smith, Aimee Bender and, of course, Margaret Atwood - accompanied by a nice glass of wine, because by then, I will deserve it.
Happy reading, everyone!
It's probably time for an update, seeing as though the last post was about a giveaway that happened weeks ago.
My excuse is that it's August, my kids are home from school, and I'm doing a course to become a personal trainer. It's really interesting to look more deeply into all the things I've been using as a fitness instructor for the past five years. My body is a little less keen on all the advanced training I'm putting it through at the moment - it's been a great way to realise I've been coasting at the gym for a while... and now all my muscles hurt!
There's also been a lot of puppy walking, and puppy playing, and puppy-telling-off. He's worse than a toddler, and likes to cause mischief when he's tired but fighting sleep.
I've been getting some writing done. I've had an idea for another short story collection, although at the moment it's too weird a concept to explain - hopefully it'll straighten itself out once I start to write. At the moment, most of my writing has taken the form of staring into space while watching endless reruns of The Big Bang Theory.
It's my writing process, and I'm sticking to it :-)
On the plus side, we got a new puppy - which Hubby named Artoo (nothing to do with me). He's so gorgeous, but spends a good part of his day trying to bite me. I must admit, I didn't realise just how much work a puppy was! We're under house-arrest at the moment, for another week, until his vaccinations get done... Hopefully life will be a lot easier once we get this bundle of energy out into a field!
... I broke my big toe.
Oh, okay, the truth? I cracked a small bone, and chipped another, in my big toe. It was a freak accident, and I'm really not sure how I managed to hurt the foot I did, or end up sitting on the floor with my legs folded up beneath me. I'm just grateful it wasn't caught on CCTV.
But I'm on crutches, and it's very swollen and very sore - and the dog keeps trying to bite it! So, I deserve sympathy, don't I?
To celebrate National Short Story Day here in the UK, I thought I'd share a short story with you. If I'd planned it better, I could have written a nice Christmas story, but as it is, here's one I wrote earlier...
One of those damn annoying things