The Second Step

So what's my hook?  What is this blog about? 

I am not going to think too hard about that, I'd get bored in a week if I only wrote on one subject, I'll never know how I got through 3 years of a degree but I do know I was 'spent' half way through the first term.  Sheer determination to finish the damn job got me through.  It paid off. 

I guess as I'm a woman, and a mum, and a knitter and a recovering fat person, this blog will touch on random musings about being a woman, a mum, a knitter and a recovering fatty.  I hope its more than that, though when I think what else it could be I draw a blank.  Just like I do when asked what I want for Christmas, I spend all my spare time day dreaming and creating wishlists, only for the lights to go off when it matters. 

Ah, there you go, I'm also a daydreamer.  That should plump the content out a little.

Its January and extremely mild, miserably so.  The kind of weather the UK is mocked for.  Not one thing or the other, grey, drizzly, uninspiring (though there was an 'Armageddon' type sunset last night - the end of the world will be pretty I think) and it seems everyone has a cold.  I have a cold.  I've had it for 5 weeks now and was beginning to think something was seriously amiss until I spoke to other people who reckon this one lasts a good few weeks.  Bah. 

So I'm feeling crappy. Its January, the hangover month after a wonderful magical Christmas.  I'm on a mission to de-clutter my house, detox my body, purge my mind of dust.  I need a better hoover, plus as I'm feeling rubbish, its far easier to sit here and talk about it than actually do something about it. 

Which is why I'm being strict.  One hour a day on bloggery, no more.  No planning of what I will say, no drafts.  This is a kind of automatic writing, lets just see what happens. 

A good thing has happened though, I burrowed through a box of 'stuff to keep' and found Woosley Gumpt, the original children's story. Its alright.  It needs serious reworking, but I enjoyed reading it.  I've added it to my 'to do' list.  To be done in my downtime from duty.  That is a good thing.  I also found an old dairy that contained another of my wishlists.  Less said about that the better, its a little depressing.  I will return to that once I've decluttered everything else and try and make peace with the 14 year old child who wrote it.