I must get on with some housework.  I really really don't want to but the shirts aren't going to iron themselves.  Off on holiday tomorrow and do not want to come back to a house full of stuff to do.  I am hoping to reunite with my writing self on holiday.  Am taking my little, hamster driven laptop which is my favourite as my husband bought it for me and to me it is a sign of faith that he thinks I have enough talent to invest in.

I have written two screenplays which were completely for my own pleasure and to enjoy rereading as they cover topics than I enjoy reading about.  I have started a novel and got fairly into it when I got stuck in my own mind.  The to alleviate this I started another project, oh what a mistake.  I read on a blog that someone was log jammed and I think that describes it the best.  Yes, way too many ideas, all wanting to be addressed at the same time, all fighting for the sun.

One of my favourite parts of the day was to walk out of work to do home which is great in itself, but I work in a hospital and loved passing the novel stand and pictured my novel on there but it has moved this week and i feel very lost.