A whole week

 came and went - and nothing happened here. I was thinking about this blog and what sort of voice will  make itself heard on it. How much will I talk about writing here, how much about editing, how much about the bits and pieces of my life that make me into who I am. What sort of freedom do I have to talk about my children, my husband, my messy house? I really enjoy reading slice of life blogs -  but whose life/lives do I take the knife to?

Good news is that Six Sentences are posting my short-short - which is rather nice as it's the first thing I have submitted anywhere in ages.

But now, as always, it's very late and I am ready to head for bed ... oh the luxury of stretching into the sheets. I love feeling so tired that I know my bones will melt into the mattress. And I know I'll sleep deeply - but never, sadly, long enough - if I could just grab one hour more I am sure I'd be a far more productive person. As it is I am becoming one of those people who can't get very far without her afternoon nap. Rather that than falling asleep at my desk and then coming to with a start just before my forehead hits the keyboard. With a crick in my neck.

For now I think I'd better stick to son older and son younger when bragging of my sons' brilliance - you'll forgive me if this happens often. Son younger made me this little wire man - I don't know of I can show the action he's managed to capture with a few strands of copper wire,  but this little man's propped up against my computer now, egging me onto productivity ...

I will feature him again. And must think of a name for him too.