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Birthdays and Other Distractions from Writing and Blogging

blowing-party-hornI’m someone who definitely does not deal all that well with distractions (favoured distractions that is). If there is anything available that seems mildly easier than writing or blogging, I appear to have magpie syndrome.

Today is my birthday, and I have the day off work with some intention to sit down and get to writing Four and Twenty Blackbirds. I have been for a lovely walk, had great food, had lots of love showered upon me with well wishes and have been sung at more than a couple of times – that coupled with some self-indulgent video game playing (FTL has been today’s distraction of choice) and watching movies – strangely enough my well intentioned time set aside for writing appears to have evapourated. Sitting down and writing this blog is the first constructive thing I’ve done all day, and the day is rapidly turning to night.

This tendency of mine to become over indulgent in pursuits other than writing is what always makes me halt when I think about taking a year out  (or any time out at all) to dedicate myself to full time writing. It’s not that the other things I’ve done today are necessarily bad, few vices are bad when done in moderation, it’s more that I have an immense capacity for distraction – I am bum-glue repellent as it were. That being said, I have managed to churn out this blog post. So all is not lost.

I have wanted to publish a novel for as long as I can remember. And today marks another year of my life that has gone by without achieving that goal. Time to buckle down to it and figure out how to train myself to sit down and take action.

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Not Enough Hours

IMG_0637Today is my nephew’s second birthday. It’s also the start of the 6 nations Rugby Tournament and the long awaited day of a pulled-pork extravaganza that a couple of friends in North London have been slow roasting overnight. It is also day 2 of my belated-resolutions. Life is busy.

The first thing I did this morning was bake the cupcakes (as per the picture attached) that I promised to bring to the party for my nephew’s birthday. I’m not the best baker, but I think that they don’t look half bad. So after burning myself on the oven, Icing and decorating 20 cupcakes and driving to and from the rockin’ party of a just-turned-two year old. I have missed the Wales-Ireland game and probably part of the England-Scotland game to fulfil my promise to myself to write an entry in my blog everyday for 100 days (from the day the blog started). I had to take the time out now because by the time I make it to the pulled pork/ watching rugby fiesta in North London, that will be me occupied until the early hours.

Although this is unlikely to be the most quality blog post of all time, or particularly relevant to my craft of writing, I feel very virtuous in continuing my commitment to blog. Application of arse to seat for writing purposes and point 4 of my belated-resolutions (i.e. exercise) to commence tomorrow.

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