It would seem that, if I am an author, I am expected to write a blog as well as novels. This along with keeping up with various forms of social media, cleaning up after a multitude of animals and generally doing all the jobs society expects of me, such as housework. Sigh. Well, so be it, but don’t expect daily updates. It’s at times like these that us unattached writers feel at a disadvantage. We are made constantly aware of authors with wives, husbands or various other style partners who help support them, even if it only comes in the form of an occasional coffee or encouraging word.
Oh, the bliss of being able to come down in the morning, make a coffee and begin writing. For me, it’s a case of feeding the animals, seeing to the ones outdoors, cleaning up the mess, feeding me, etc., before I can even think about writing.
I will, however, prove to myself that I can do this. Expect highs. Expect lows. Expect rants. Expect jubilation. Oh, and please, would someone like to bring me a cup of coffee?