Sunday

Good morning,

I am preparing a non-traditional Sunday lunch of sausages and potato wedges.

I spent most of yesterday writing. I put the washing on and hung it out, clothes, towels and bed linen.

It was a sunny day but not warm, so the washing wasn't quite dry in the evening, so I had to hang it on the radiators, which isn't good for my lungs.

I worked so hard, although I went down to the sea a few times and to the pound shop for the household and toiletries things.

In the afternoon I phoned my friends to ask if the dog would like a long walk on the cliffs, but they were out, so when they finally got home, they asked if I could dog walk on Monday as they have a busy day then. So I agreed.
I looked round the charity shops in town, I got a jumper and some jeans. My wardrobe has got so shabby and threadbare that replacements are needed, I was down to two pairs of jeans, one uncomfortable and the other getting close to wearing through on the seams, I have two shirts, still OK, and a few cotton teeshirts, and the two old sweatshirts that are getting ragged and stained.  So time to do the wardrobe.

Back home, I didn't finish the cleaning downstairs, it is nearly done though, I brought the hoover back upstairs to charge it, and I continued to write until bed time, unfortunately I was so engrossed with my Cathy Glass book that I had to read it to the end. It was one of her early books, 'Run Mummy, Run!', and I read it when it was released but hadn't read it since, it was good to read it again and really appreciate it.
But it meant I was in bed late, and thus didn't sleep as well.
I woke this morning feeling really bad.
Poor sleep, late night, damp from the clothes drying, and worst, my neck hasn't been angled well, so I was in pain, I had a sore throat, I felt generally awful, so I medded up and did the heavy machine on my neck, but it is still yelping, so I am wearing my collar.

One of the problems with being a freelance writer is that building it into a career means a lot of sitting and a lot of looking at a computer screen, which is not good for my eyes and back - and I am doing this because I am a gardener with a broken back! I can't win!

All I have today is sorting out the car and gardening tools, finishing cleaning the downstairs flat, and not much else but writing. I dropped the art review as there wasn't enough material for the length of review required, and I dropped another project as the instructions were sketchy, I may have made a mistake there, I shouldn't turn work down so readily at this stage, even though I am afraid of rejections, I am waiting for more work to come in but I have loads of work to do in setting up my writing business.

I am told by a freelancer who advises beginners like me, that it can be a 12 hour day, 7 days a week in the first year. It certainly seems that way, you just have to think writing, all the time. You have to love writing to live like this, and I am keeping the gardening business going part time as well. So no wonder I am tired and aching.

I have done the hoovering here and cleaned my bedroom.
So, on with the work.
As a freelancer, I will be starting four more blogs, a writer's general blog, a blog about my health and journey to recover what has been lost as a result of NHS failures and the church's horrendous damage to me, a blog about the NHS failures themselves, and a blog about my gardening work - which will hopefully complement the book, which still hasn't been released.

Anyway. Back to work.