Hi Guys! Here’s hoping you’ve all had a good summer. I really don’t know where the time has gone. All my good intentions to write every day seem to have been way-laid and side-tracked by the vagaries of real life. My son passed his GCSE’s and has now started an Electrical Engineering course at college (how in the heck did I get to be old enough to have a son in college!), we went on holiday, my internet decided to misbehave (still not completely fixed), my cat got sick, and I had a new experience (tilt-table test. UGH!!!). So all in all, a fun time was had by all 😉
Rest assured, I’ve still been working on the book, though I’ve not written as much as I would have liked over the summer. I’m getting all my ducks in a row so that when I start writing regularly again I can focus without being distracted. Can’t wait!
I hope all of your projects are coming along nicely, I’ve done my best to keep up with your blogs as much as my erratic internet has allowed, and I’m looking forward to catching up with you all and what you’ve been up to over the summer.
However, I did write a short poem that I’d like to share with you in the meantime. Please don’t judge me too harshly, I’m not much of a poetry writer, at least, not since I was a teenager. But it made me chuckle even as I was writing it, and I hope it does you too.
My ever expanding waistline
Is a marking of the passing of time.
A result of all the pick, pick, pick.
The clock is moving, tick, tick, tick.
When I was a youngling my clock read nought,
But time kept passing as I nibbled and I bought.
But I liked the nibble and I liked the buy.
Still the clock kept ticking; how the clock would fly.
Now the clock is barely ticking,
And the clock wants not to fly.
So I think I’ll change the batteries
While I nibble my last pie.
That’s all for now, folks. I have a couple more weeks of familial mayhem and madness, otherwise known as life, to deal with and then I hope to back with you all again on a much more regular basis.