This past week I had expected to be going to the Romantic Novelists’ Association’s annual conference. My cat had other plans and it has meant about three trips to the vet. My cat Buddy, who we thought had swallowed something he shouldn’t get rushed to the vet by us at half eleven in the evening on Tuesday night. Turns out, after him having to stay for two nights, he didn’t swallow anything bad but had something completely unrelated. I have seem more of the vet in the last week than I want to see for a while and I certainly think my cat has.
I think I have had enough excitement for one year if I am perfectly honest.
We did meet a lovely couple who had also brought their cat in. He had a brother at home and their names were Ronnie and Reggie. Unusual names for cats.
As a result of our vet visits, I ended up missing the RNA conference which was being held up at Lancaster. Best laid plans and all that.
However, life sometimes does get in the way like that doesn’t it. Not that my cat got in the way but you get what I mean. He was more important.
There was an element of me that was feeling slightly guilty because my plan had been to have something to present to an editor this year but that hadn’t happened so it’s great in a way as it means I can now focus on the conference next year so there was a silver lining. I am looking forward to attending next year.
In other news, it’s also meant that the little momentum I got with the planning of my novel has stalled too. I am on leave from work this week though so it will be nice to have that time to catch up a little. The trick is now getting back into the routine. I am sat at the computer today. Housework done, fridge stocked with milk, teabags a plenty so no excuses.
I have been managing to do a little bit of writing on the 750 words front. I am now on my five hundred and fifty ninth day in a row (I slightly cry at the fact that had I been writing my novel using 750 words I would have written it by now.) I am two-thirds of the way through a short story which I am pleased about.
I am not sure why I find things like that easier than sitting down and actually writing my novel? My brain is a strange thing. Does anyone else have that problem? I just seem to have a mental block when it comes to writing a novel. I just need to get on with it.
My plan this week is to try and continue with the novel. To just WRITE IT. I just need to WRITE IT.
How is everyone else doing?
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