There is one thought which has been entering my head repeatedly over the past week though, and it's this:
What the bloody hell was I playing at in 2004?
Six years ago, I had no job, no daughter, and a girlfriend who lived 130 miles away. I only had to rub her feet at weekends. The rest of the time was my own. I had literally nothing better to do, and I still barely scraped home with 50,000 words on day thirty.
This time I'm getting up at 6:30am, driving through floods, seeing patients all day, writing in my lunch breaks, and trying to think of plot lines whilst looking for a plastic giraffe and drawing cows with crayons for Amelie. And I'm only a few thousand words behind. I'm baffled as to why 2004 was so challenging. As I said in August "If you want something done, ask a busy person to do it". I'll probably fail, but I'll give it a damn good go.
In other news, I've had a few words of encouragement from Russia this week. I received this e-mail via my website:
My best wishes to you!
I am Marina 21y.o
I am looking for man to have a strong family.
I am on-line now, let's chat?
My profile and new photos are here: http://boobdating.ru/
I'm not sure I like the way she says "And you?", as though I might be looking for a man too, but I do like the fact that there's a website called 'Boob Dating'. They've clearly had a long hard look at things like personality, compatibility and prospects, and then stripped it all back to what's important in life. Lisa's going out at 5pm. I'll let you know what it's like.