I've been feeling a tiny bit blah the last few days. I don't know if it was January starting to eat away at me, or all the knackering single-mothering I've been doing while h-t-b has been in London or just the incessant bloody rain but anyway, I went to bed last night feeling quite bad-tempered, and woke up this morning in the same sort of mood.
I won't write anything on the blog today, I decided. I'll only end up moaning. And who wants to read a load of moaning?
Then I started my day's work. (Oh I do love my work.) I'm back on the novel today after a month-long hiatus of other deadlines and writing jobs. I haven't looked at it in all that time, so have gone right back to the beginning for a catch-up read-through. It's so brilliant being able to look at it with fresh eyes. And do you know what? I am really enjoying it. The bad mood has gone. How about that, for the power of words on a page?