It's been a hectic but inspiring week. We're half-way through moving and for the last week we've been shuttling between our old house, our new house and my parents' house. Thank goodness for my parents who've been minding R while we pack, lift and shift boxes, and making sure we're fed properly at least once a day!
For two days I had to leave B to soldier on without me when I was struck down with a bug. It also meant I missed a writing workshop in Leeds, which was a real shame. But thankfully I made it to the R.L. Royle workshop at Brighouse Library, which was fun and inspiring. So much so that it has helped me work out a way to improve my novel and got me writing some fresh prose despite all this 'moving madness' - thanks Rebecca! :) In fact I can't wait to get cracking on my book again, which is how it should be!
I also met several interesting people, a couple of whom might come along to our Cleckheaton Writers' Group sometime soon.
Sadly the chaos of moving house meant that I was too late to get tickets for any of the Ilkley Literature Festival workshops that I wanted to do, but hey, you can't have everything. And I have got myself booked on a couple of workshops at the Morley Literature Festival, so it's not all bad.
For the last few days I've been feeling hugely inspired by the paralympians - not just by the GB athletes but by every competitor - they are truly amazing people and each one has an incredible story. It just goes to show what you can achieve if you believe in something enough, although of course you must also dedicate most of your life to it. So, if I can apply the teeniest, tiniest droplet of that inspiration and dedication to my writing, maybe just maybe...