To coin a famously bad, but unforgettable, catchphrase: “I’m Excited!”

Big Kev may no longer be with us, but his words still live on. The project I referred to the other day is my unfinished novel, and yesterday I printed it off, out of curiosity. I have 26,000 words down; I estimate, if I keep it that ‘wordy’ in it’s entirety, by the time it’s finished it will be 130,000+. That’s way too long for the novel I want it to be but too much is better than too little at the draft stage. Anyway, I’ve been flicking through it and have come up with the usual results: some of it is dreadful; some of it is––pardon the arrogance––not too bad. So, if I do not blog with my dogged regularity from now on, I hope you’ll forgive me. Wow – it’s nice to feel enthusiastic about something. Oh––the kids. Yes! I haven’t forgotten about them. Yes, I’m always enthusiastic about them. Yes. Yes. Convinced?! Well, don't be. Not this morning, at least. Because I have a very grumpy, teething baby and a daughter who's 5am risings are beginning to catch up with her (not to mention mum). The house, no matter how I try, is a mess. *deep breath*