It's not as if there's anybody flaying me or screaming for my blood but I've been writing like a crazed fool all week. And now I'm on the downhill slope of Old Geezers 2. A few days should see it off. The first draft is going to be short; barely 85k words, but I'll flesh it out on subsequent attempts.
And just like my writing I've run out of ideas. I painted this with all the intention of giving the deer something to look at but I've drawn a blank.
Maybe I'll come up with something tomorrow; but as for tonight, I'm going to hit the hay.
I love Saturday mornings, nothing to do and the whole weekend lying ahead. Although tomorrow it's my daughter's birthday and I'm sure she's already got a million things for me to pay for.
I can't believe that just a few days ago I was cleaning up her projectile vomit - and now she's nineteen.
I'm feeling sooooooooooooo old.