Mr Sandman

It’s tough juggling life with work, writing and everything else that needs doing and I am finding today a difficult one. I find myself angry at my tiredness like I am doing an injustice to my characters, I am neglecting them because today I feel like anything I write will just be rubbish because my heart just isn’t in it but in bed asleep, just where I want the rest of me to be.

That doesn’t mean to say I can completely switch off from them far from it. I managed to keep my eyes open for a spot of research earlier but then ended up going off at a tangent looking at islands I could buy if only I had more money than all the best selling authors put together because my mind was wandering (as it has a tendency to do even more so when I am tired). My very own tropical island would be heaven right now. (Richard Branson if you fancy lending me yours I wouldn’t say no!).  I find myself craving crystal clear water and a sandy beach to just relax on with a cool cocktail or two and write but there are a few flaws to this plan.

A) I have no money

B) I can’t find my passport and I have no money

C) I have commitments until at least the last week of February and I have no money

D) Did I mention I have no money?

The good news is I have always had a great imagination (one of the advantages of being a writer). So the only tropical island I will be heading to at the moment is the one in my head when the sandman comes calling and whilst you are there Mr Sandman, bring me a tequila sunrise.