Sunday, 31 March 2013

Playing Nurse Maid (badly)

So Easter Sunday was going to be a quiet one.  I was going to try and crack on (no pun intended) with the second draft of my novel, while the other half contolled the tv, before a few drinks to celebrate a friend's birthday later. 

This has changed somewhat.  The other half pulled his back on the golf course this morning and is now in agony.  How do I know this?  Well, it's pretty evident from the moans and groans every time he moves. 

The problem is I am the world's worst, and probably least sympathetic, nurse.  Sure, I'm happy to dish out the painkillers, I'll even make dinner, wash and dry the pots and put them away without complaining.  You may even hear the odd "Ah." or "How are you feeling?", but really this is as far as it extends.

You see, I'm a woman (at the risk of upsetting any men out there) and, without sounding too much like a cliche, we really do just get on with things.  Don't get me wrong, I had Man-Flu a couple of weeks ago (I can claim it was Man-Flu, becuase I caught it from a man!) and for a WHOLE DAY I only moved from sofa to visit the bathroom and refil my cuppa.  The fact that I did nothing all day did not go unnoticed, although the fact that I had been to work all week with said diesease evidently did. 

So sympathy is in very low supply today I'm afraid, but every cloud has a silver lining and, while the other half is laid up in bed with a bad back, I get control of the tv ;-)

Saturday, 30 March 2013


I arrived home today to find my writing magazine on the doormat.  This was exciting in itself (yes really!), but the screaming and jumping around started when I opened it to find my letter had been printed!

You see, I am relatively new to this writing business.  After a few failed attempts over the years I have recently completed the first draft of my first novel and I am currently in the process of re-drafting.  Along the way I have made a couple of attempts at short stories but after a couple of rejections I was a little downhearted. 

However, at the start of the year I read an article, the basis of which was setting more realistic targets. So I set about setting some targets.  One of them being to send a letter to a magazine each month and hopefully have one printed by the end of the year.  So, when I had only my second letter printed in Writer's Magazine I was somewhat excited.  It wasn't the star letter but, hey, it's a start.

Now I have had one printed I will continue to write reader's letters but I have now set myself another target, to get a short story publised.  Fingers crossed