Having spent a lovely time on the Welsh coast, stuffing my face with Welsh cakes and rose, I’ve decided to bite the bullet and start writing again.
I used to write loads when I was younger but gradually stopped as I focused more and more on my degree. Sure, that degree was totally worth it - I love my job as a Latin teacher - but I don’t have any creative outlets now and I suck at knitting (I assume I do, based on that one time I tried as a 10 year old. I haven’t actually bought any yarn and I’m just doing terribly at knitting air right now).
As a teacher, I’m lucky enough to have 2 months off over the summer to make up for the wake up-work-sleep routine I have during term time. Sure, I have research to do and curricula to compose but undirected time is hideous for my mental health.
So every day, from 7am to 9am, I am going to write the story I’ve wanted to write for years. It’ll probably be trash but it’ll be my trash.
I’ll blog about the experience over the last 5 weeks of the summer and see how far I can get (I spent the first 3 weeks moping/eating/saying hello to cats).
The first task is to be up and at my desk by 7am tomorrow!