Snowmania continues and it’s getting to me. With everything cancelled, I should be knuckling down with the book/marketing the course/advertising cards, but all I want to do is put on my PJs, go to bed with a mug of hot chocolate and watch Netflix. Tell me reader, do you think 6pm is too early for nightwear?
I think I shall go to bed with the laptop, write a page of the novel and then reward myself with some binge watching. My sister told me about a show called The Sinner and after one and a half episodes (I fell asleep before the end) I am gripped.
I’m also hugely into a UK sitcom called Mum, which is one of the most brilliantly funny and poignant pieces of television I have ever seen. As you can see, I am no closer to giving up my TV addiction.
I’ve spent the day putting together a PR report and I’ve just posted 23 pop-up cards. Yes, 23. It’s Mother’s Day in the UK and our flower cards are selling like hotcakes. Several more orders have come in since I returned from my trip to the postbox, which let me tell you, was treacherous. I almost fell over and the poor dog tried to run into a hotel. I am guessing he was sick of having cold paws.
I have signed up for another online writing course. I am on a roll with the book and need to keep on forcing myself to hand in pieces of work. I am not to be trusted without a deadline.
Not much to report at the moment really. I think I am going into some sort of hibernation phase and will hopefully emerge full of vim and vigour once the show has melted.
It is definitely time to pull on those slippers!
I am taking small snowy steps in the right direction. It’s all good.