Despite my best efforts, and getting up at a reasonable time both on Saturday and Sunday, it seems thawt I am not going to finish The Novel this weekend. Thawt’s not to say that I am not close. Very close. For I am that close, but I am not there yet. I haven’t written as much this weekend as I had hoped – there is definitely something about the amount of writing achieved being directly disproportional to the availability of time in which to do it – but I have written, and I am closing in on that final conflict…
And Bella and Arthur have had an enjoyment weekend too, unleashed and roaming mine and the neighbours garden. Of course keeping them in until they get access to the fabled cat flap is now going to be increasingly difficult now that they have tasted freedom.
