The event that has been raising my blood pressure over the last few weeks is now over. Keynote worked like a bloody dream. The adapters I bought at the Apple Store on Friday did what they were supposed to do and, although my stomach was tying itself in knots for the whole thing, it went without a hitch.
Well, I mean obviously there was a small hitch but it was fixable and lovely so meh…
I can literally feel the stress draining from my body… and God it’s tiring.
I have nothing to do. Wow, I can concentrate on… me… That’s so very weird.
The thing is do I really want to? I spend most of my free time at the moment navel gazing and the last thing I need is more time.
I need…
…something to do. I need a new project. I need something to really get my teeth into. So, I think it’s time to start the writing again. I have signed up for the Writer’s Island and will be posting my first whatjamacallit tomorrow. Yes. Tomorrow. For I am taking tomorrow to re-stretch my writing muscles before I (unholy panic arising) guest post at Kapgar’s on Thursday.
But for right now I am going to sleep the sleep of a person who has nothing to do.