I’m struggling this morning. The world news has finally floored me and I’ve going to have to step back for a bit. Bad, really, but on the plus side it’s hopefully given me more space to write, rather than obsess about twitter.
Instead I am struggling in a different way, with pronouns in my new book.
I had planned to spend today being all authorly and actually doing some writing. Instead I have spent most of my time finding my poor husband’s missing thirty five thousand Scrivener words that disappeared when our passive-aggressive house rabbit jumped on his keyboard. There’s a lesson there that all of us can all learn from, I think, including the rabbit. The rabbit is now sitting on the rug in front of the fire, glaring at OH, who is deliberately ignoring him, focusing very hard on his laptop and not lighting the fire.