Most of the time I can sit at my computer and the words flow from my fingers – writing for this blog is instinctive. I think my posts all over the place, lying in the bath, sitting on the train and they gradually form somewhere in the recesses of my mind. When I come to write them usually they tip tap onto the page more or less effortlessly.
Except at the moment I am finding it hard to write. I’m finding it hard to get things set down
There is an awful lot going on at the moment which doesn’t help – work is getting crazy again and Mr Muddling was away all of last week and is away all of this week. It’s not that I mind being on my own, it has it’s attractions, but for some reason it does seem to dull the creativity.
The biggest problem is that there is so much I can’t talk about going on – as always, the thing at the front of your mind that You Must Not Mention is all that you can think about!
The baby thing preys on my mind. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know which things I should be doing to increase the chances and I’m not even sure if I have the emotional energy to go on. I had assumed that I would be pregnant again by now – I’m not and it seems like an awfully distant possibility. I could write every day about where I am with this but who would want to read that?
My to do list is also out of control – I want to sort out my bedroom but I can’t do that during the week because Bigger has taken up residence in my bed. The upstairs hallway needs sorting, the clutter is gradually coming back and I want to get everything finished and sorted. Our builder has gone missing and hasn’t come back to finish the things that need finishing so we are in a sort of house limbo – sort of finished but sort of not.
So winge winge winge and a blog post is done – better get back to doing all the other things that I need to do.