Where normality is over-rated
I have a sneaking suspicion that I have have dipped my toe in the waters of normality. I don't do it often, but every time I do I feel very, very bland. My Mum on the other hand longs for her life to be normal. She longs for people to call her normal and can't believe that I would give anything to be weird and strange. I can't beleive that I have a mother who strives for normality.
While I see it as an insult, she views it as a compliment. So strange.
Anyway I have been on a roll. I don't know if I have made the right decision but I have decided to start on my new idea. And I have been on a roll. In two days I have written 17 pages and I don't want to stop. It is intoxicating. I love what I am writing, it is completely different and I like the fact that for NaNoWriMo I'll be doing something comepletely different. That's the whole point isn't it?
I also ate some proper food today! Very impressed with myself. The past few days I have been so lazy, that all I have been bothered to do was boil water and mix it with a packets of dried soup. Seriously. I am that bad when it comes to feeding myself. But today I ventured into the cold, wet and windy and bought myself some chargrilled vegetables and yoghurt with dates, honey, seeds and figs (so tasty). So for tonight at least I will go to sleep with a full and content stomach and not wake up needed to pee.
Tomorrow I have a day off so I am hopefully going to do some work, write a whole load more and read all the friends blogs which I have been very bad at so far. I miss reading about what has been happening in all of your lives. Quite looking forward to tomorrow!!
xoxo