So today I sat myself down and gave myself a stern talking to.
“Cat,” I said. “I realise you think it’s holidays, but it’s not really. Not for the likes of you anyway. ” Then I carefully steered myself back to my computer, opened up my WiP and pointed at the abysmal word count. “See that?” I tapped the screen. “It just won’t do, I’m afraid. Now, either you pull your socks up, or I’m going to have to pull them up for you.” I paused to let the thought sink in. “And we don’t want that, now do we?”
No indeed, we do not.
1267 words have now been cranked out.
Now I think I’m going to go pick gooseberries and make jam.