I've been writing furiously away at my second novel which, to me, is far better.
I can pick up on how my writing has matured and my story-telling grown as I flip through the pages of my first bound copy of Walk With Me. No amount of editing and polishing can change that and I am completely torn about what to do about it.
In one way, I feel I should be proud at what I wrote in my 19th year of life... in another way I feel like the book doesn't portray my writing to its full potential.
He's only back for the weekend and has planned a second birthday bash for me.... last time he was here was when THIS happened:
CRAZY APRIL PARTY.....
He is back with a vengeance!!!
When they work on the rigs they aren't able to drink - so it has been about 6weeks now.
I've only just recovered from the last party with him!!
Let's go for round two.... oh dear Lord.
This morning I woke up with some of the blankets still covering me!
I don't know how she does it, but somehow my cat, India, tends to find a way to ensure that she hogs every last inch of warmth in my bed! It is winter. It is cold. Yet this morning I was so cozy - it was hard to get up! I adore my snuggles with my little Indie though - so she gets away with it.