I’m 200 words from my daily goal, typing quietly beside my son as he goes to sleep. Finding it very hard today to get a rhythm going.
So far I have looked up natural salt licks, nucleic acid, the origin of ‘philistine’, and, of course Pinterest. Then I checked my blog stats, and I discovered that someone found my blog by searching for ‘erotic sex fiction with mutant spiders’.
What the hell.
Other winners are ‘how to submit a longhand novel’ (good luck with that!),
I want to rip myself apart and start again (there are less painful roads to self-improvement),
dug her heels into the horse reared (erm…),
plo (I like the surreal overtones),
computer mother flashing nots (This one just begs for a short story),
trampoline newtons laws child adult (I can blame Marcus Chown for that one),
stop procrastinating and start writing (I will…in a minute…),
how to graffiti the word Tyson (Tama, that one is totally your fault),
and ulterior self (which sounds suspicious to me).
Okay. He’s still not asleep, and I still have 200 words to go.