Gaaaahhhh....feel like I just can't catch up with life at the moment. My head is full of stuff that needs doing, stuff not to forget, stuff to sort out for the weekend, family stuff, work stuff, stuff to worry about.... Ugggh. I am stuffed, basically.
I'm supposed to be going to London this morning but when I started getting dressed, discovered I had no clean tights. Bugger. This is what I mean about things that need doing. Washing is on the list. (It is a scarily long list.) I just don't feel on top of everything, I need someone to come and organise me like, oh I dunno, a personal assistant or a butler or... Anyway, so I've had to fling on a wash and will no doubt end up drying some tights with a hairdryer as soon as the spin has finished, or going off to get the train with wet toes. So that'll be nice.
Still, all moaning aside (moaning AGAIN! what is wrong with me?) I am looking forward to the day. I'm meeting both my agents (yes, I have two, I am so greedy) to discuss books and writing in 2008 which sounds pretty damn lovely to me. Working from home means I am always pathetically grateful for an excuse to go to London and talk to somebody who doesn't live with me. But how will I appear professional and brainy if I have damp toes??!