Apologies for my absence from the blog but as you can see I have been busy doing Nanowrimo. It's been a brilliant experience. Before doing it I was struggling to write 200 words a day but somehow I managed to keep to the 1667 words a day. Of course the house is a complete tip, my eyes are red and sore like I've been living in a cave with no daylight for a month but I am relatively sane. The allotment has been neglected but is very forgiving. Now that it is over I am continuing to write but at a more modest pace of 500 words a day. After Christmas is over I will raise that to 1000.
Saturday thankfully was sunny so hubby and I finally re-felted the allotment shed roof and made a smashing job of it. It was our first attempt so we were very pleased. It was great coz the other allotmenteers were there to give advice when we got stuck. I did a bit of digging today - it was good to be out in the sun. I was a bit distracted by our car which has been unwell. I don't like thinking about cars and secretly look forward to the day they are banned (no I'm not brave enough to give it up though I don't use it that much coz hubby has it to drive to work). I wrote a couple of poems this week. How do people cope with writing personal stuff that other family members might not want aired.
Now nanowrimo is finished I am slumping a bit into my usual seasonal misery. This is the time of year my mum died (five days before Christmas) and last month was her birthday. I think now the writing has slowed down the emotions are coming to the top. I used to get down this time of year before my mum died but it was worse after. Each year it changes a bit. Sometimes bringing new sadness like when I had my son and knowing he'd never know his grandparents on my side. But then we get the Christmas tree and I fill it with all the decorations that have their own stories and I'm happy.