Yes, it’s true, for one reason or another (possibly and another), I haven’t done any ‘proper’ writing for weeks. Okay, I do have some excuses:
The entire family was horribly sick with various colds for at least the last 6 weeks
Mr D has been on his Easter holidays
We had extended family visiting
W’ve been sorting out our disaster of a house so that Steph’s parents could visit
And I’ve had a freelance project with a tight deadline.
So, yes, I’ve been copping out on the personal writing thing. And, once you do miss a few weeks, it can be hard to force yourself back into the right headspace.
Anyway, the point is that the only way I’m going to force myself back into doing this is by blogging myself into accountability.
So, that’s what I’m going to do. Every day I’m going to blog about what I’m going to do. Then I’ll have to do it, right?
Today’s work is notebook work: going through the outlines of ideas I’ve got jotted down and choosing something to develop further.
And, to stop this blog being utterly boring, here’s today’s random interesting links:
So, last weekend was St. David’s Day over here in Wales. I’m not quite sure what St. David did to deserve a day, but he got one, and so did we (actually, we got three; see later). Anyway, because St. David is the patron saint of Wales, that meant that all the national historical monuments were free, so we took a trip up to Raglan Castle.
Mr. D
My brother was visiting, along with two of Mr. D and Baby X’s cousins, so, along with my mum, we made a big family trip of it. Mr. D ran into a bunch of his friends there, and spent most of the time tearing around the castle, being a dinosaur.
Astonishingly, nobody fell into a moat or off a tower or into a dungeon, but they did get impressively muddy, which kind of made me feel jealous. :)
This was Baby X’s first ever castle, and I’m not sure he noticed much of it, but it’s a tradition, because Castle Raglan was Mr. D’s first castle too.
Baby X
I love castles. Seriously. They are one of the best things about the U.K., and Wales in particular. They’re everywhere, and they’re magnificent. I want a castle. Really, any castle. My mum almost bought a house with a bit of castle wall in it, but then she didn’t. Supposedly, she would have had to maintain it, and it was crumbling. Bah, I say.
So, as I said, we’ve had three St. David’s Days this year (so far). There was the real one at the weekend, then Mr D.’s school is having an Eisteddfod for St. David’s day, and it overran to a second day. And then to add to the fun today we’re having World Book Day, and the kids have to dress up as a character from a book. Mr. D dressed up as a pirate from Jonny Duddle’s The Pirates Next Door. Mr. D has now dressed up three days in a row. (For St. David’s day, they dress up in Welsh national costume, which basically means a Welsh rugby shirt. I mean, it’s either that or dress up as a leek, right?)