Being new to blogging, one of the things that worries me is that I have nothing to blog about. I'm a writer. I sit most the day in my office typing and talking to the dog. Sometimes I go to the gym. Or the supermarket. Both are five minutes from my house. I know I work in fiction but seriously trying to glamourise my lifestyle? It would be soooo much easier if I was a Hollywood movie star. I see now why Gwyneth Paltrow's blog works so well. She goes to Paris to get French beauty products!
Anyway, my favourite earrings are a pair of little pearl studs that I wear every day but at night they dig into my head so if I forget to take them out, they wake me up and I have to do it in the middle of the night. Last night was such a night. I tossed and turned, going ouch ouch in my dreams, then finally took the earrings out and drifted blissfully back to sleep only to be woken up some time later going ouch ouch all over again.
Turns out I had only dreamed I had taken my earrings out.
And this is the brain that holds the rich imaginative pasture that is half way through being ploughed for novel number eight?
God help us all.