Week Three is done and dusted! And it could have been a lot worse.
It’s been a bit of a weird one this week. I struggled a bit getting out of bed in the mornings, struggled to concentrate when I did. But I managed to get a bunch of stuff done anyway. Maybe not the things I’d hoped but I’ll take it. Read More…
Whoop! Almost halfway through January already and I can practically smell that summer’s on its way. Okay, that’s a lie—it’s cold and meh here—but a girl can dream.
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Oh my Lordy…Week One is gone already! Not sure I have too much to report.
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Less of a week review than a random check-in as the last ten days have been a bit full and inevitably I lost my thread in terms of keeping a handle on my life.
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When I saw RJ had picked the theme of animals for this year’s Autism blog hop, my first thought was actually feeling a little sorry for you guys. Coz I when I hear animals, I think dogs. Because dogs are one of my special interests* Which means I figured I would end up blathering on about dogs to you for ages…and ages and ages and ages.
So in an effort not to bore y’all to death and for this blog post to not go on forever I was trying to think about how I could narrow it down. Which isn’t easy. But then I was thinking about when I went for a diagnostic meeting with a specialist about my ASD and I mentioned I had a dog and the doctor seemed almost relieved and very enthusiastic about it. I was telling her how I found it much easier to relate to dogs than people and she told me that wasn’t uncommon amongst people on the spectrum.
Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day.
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So, the other week when social media was blowing up because some asshat thought it would be a good idea to blatantly disrespect every author on the planet by asking which pirate sites were best to illegally download books, I had a thinky thought while I was out walking my dog.
You’re gonna have to bear with me. I’m gonna ramble. This is a little incoherent but there’s a point in here somewhere.
I did a bad thing. Okay, not so much bad as stupid and unthinking…which I guess is pretty bad.
But I’m blaming the fact that it was 5.30am and I’m a sucker for a pretty face.
It started last week.
Last weekend, I travelled up to London to meet up with a group of m/m authors and readers, and it was really rather nice. We all sat around in a pub and chatted, and drank, and ate. Some people knew everyone, some people were brand new to the group, but the whole thing was relaxed and friendly and fun.
I wanted to write a little something about the day, but it’s taken me a while to get my thoughts in order. Writing this now, I’m still not entirely sure what I want to say about it. I met some lovely people, I got some great writing advice, but I guess one of the main things I’ve been thinking about since, is that everyone I’ve told about the day has asked me if I enjoyed myself: did I have a good time? To which, of course, the answer is, yes. But also, it’s not quite that simple.
