I've just come back from the gym having run a mighty 4km on the treadmill - my furthest ever! C'MOOOOOONNNNNNN! (in a macho back-slapping City Boy styley). I have really had my ups and downs with running - was all set to pack the whole thing in at the start of the week, went into a real 'I'll never be able to do it!' spiral but now... now I think I might just pull it off. Go, me!
My sponsorship has topped £200 too which I am so chuffed about - and it makes the whole thing seem all the more worthwhile having watched Child of Our Time last night. Oh my God - did you see it? I always watch it as my eldest was born in 2000, the same year as all the featured children, so I'm always really interested to see how they're all getting along. Last night's programme was about children dealing with stress, which I find very sad anyway but oh, it was just a heart-wrencher. I burst into tears when that announcement came at the end. Very very sad.
I am actually going to do some *gasp* work today (haven't quite begun yet but hey...). I'm starting the final story in a six-book children's series I've been writing for Usborne. This is my first sequential series, so I'm quite excited about reaching the finale, it's going to be an all-action finish (she says hopefully). All six books will be coming out at once next spring and there's even talk of *another gasp* sparkly writing on the covers. Oooh. Like the sound of that.
Ahhh - there's the grindstone starting up, I believe. Must go and press my schnoz against it immediately...
It all adds up
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