Frustrations of a Writing Mum.

Its's now been A WEEK.

My 18mth old son Theodore has suddenly found bonus energy for the night and I can't pull out my laptop without him wanting to smash at the red glowing keys.

I have had some minor hitches with my mental health as well, regarding someone of my past, whose left their responsibilities at my doorstep. Unfortunately it's not just My ex-husband, but someone I helped and took in and allowed them to use my address as proxy.

I have given too much of my time and patience to those who don't deserve it, and they've decided that they need to get more information from me before they call suppliers they're in debt with. This has led to unwanted attention at my address, and I can't deal with it. I just wish they'd grow up and call round without me telling them. They've said they're waiting for me to give a list... it's just the DVLA and I've told them that, but for my own mental well-being I'm not going respond unless we get another letter.

Life is way too complex, and sometimes it could be so simple.

I still haven't sorted things out, feels like yesterday I went to therapy and I'm back again tomorrow.

I'm  not managing things well, but I have Project Reboot as one of my top priorities.

After writing this, I will resume, for as long as my baby sleeps!!

I'm still keeping my deadline... mid-December...

It's been 8 years, I have to do this.

And regarding the person who has caused minor inconveniences to my life, well, they're a character in my book...

Who they are, and what they do and what happens, is powerfully connected to this person, and the outcome of things may be surprising, nonetheless.

What better way to write but with vengeance!