I seem to be passing through all three of the title’s stages! It’s dizzying, perplexing, and all over the place! And I don’t blame the baby which is not here yet, but is absolutely here, all the time and whom I love to absolute smithereens! Even writing in the diary doesn’t go uninterrupted- ‘ooh what was that?!’ A distraction is what it was- a leaf blowing in the wind, a flock of parakeets shooting across the reddening sky, the young ‘clubber’ postman passing by who carelessly lets his mail cart go and nearly swings into a parked car.

My writing task at hand is a hefty one as I make drastic alterations, for the good I hope! And if they don’t work out? I dread the thought. But what I do know, for sure, is that my writing has changed, it’s more thought out and I’m more patient with it, maybe that is why it’s taking longer. I just long for it to be perfect when it’s out there in the world. I made so many growing mistakes with the first one, but gosh those mistakes were needed.

The sun is blasting through the window now and bathing my desk with light, I hope it slips into the cracks of my manuscript. I really hope it does.

You may be wondering what the point of this post is- well it’s just a snapshot of what goes on when writing meets pregnancy- I believe, in my case that is. Maybe you’ve had better luck than me? Is all my creativity flowing into the making of another? If so, then I am more than happy to give it all to the little one, as long as s/he lets me borrow some from time to time. I seem to have snippets of the day, mainly towards the end when I have enough focus to write/edit/rewrite, but that’s life. That’s life at the moment.