Earlier I tried to take part in challenge Viola Bleu set me to sit between 9 and 11 to work on WIP. I was determined to do it. I was dressed – I was tempted to wear my PJs to save time but glad I didn’t, a book review for Duvet Dwellers Books was published and the dogs were fed and sorted but I could feel time slipping.
At 8.57 I was grabbing my tea with the hope of sitting at my desk for 9am. Viola Bleu was ready to go. I was feeling the pressure.
9.05 am I had not reached my desk. I cringed at the sight of the kitchen and begged my daughter to help tidy it.
9.15 am I was giving medication to our ferret. As an important role model in my WIP, his medical needs come before the words. This was followed by a quick conversation with my husband to say I was writing so did not want to be disturbed.
9.20 am I was saying goodbye to daughter and scrabbling to find money for her.
9.25am my friend texted to say she was leaving soon to come over for a much-needed natter – gulp (sorry Viola Bleu I did not switch my phone off).
9.30am I began to write. The scene was there in my head – the dark, rustic cabin in the secluded woods with Old Al meeting Beetle – an Ellfaenian ferret for the first time. It is instant hate and Amber is unaware of the danger she was putting him in. I could see it, feel it and even smell the smoke of the fire blazing in the hearth but I only stumbled out 394 words in the following hour. My back ached and in the back of my mind I had nagging doubts about the validity of the words I was writing, I also had to overcome the desire to edit words from yesterday.
10.25am I was aware my friend would be arriving any second.
10.30am she was here with much-needed cake and the kettle was on.
I didn’t complete the challenge but my word count has gone up which can only be a good thing.
Roll on tomorrow and I will try again.