Mondays are about to get more awesome, bearable or annoying. You decide.
This one is a quickie, fnar fnar… You may only understand that aside if you have ever watched a ‘Carry On’ film or are a little inappropriate. Welcome to Brit world.
I have decided now that I am becoming a Proper Grown Up Writer (TM), to sort out some kind of writing routine good n’ proper. This is to keep me away from the devious clutches of social media, the lures of crappy daytime TV, and the wily whispers of the many flipping streaming apps we have in this house. Procrastination is a git.
I have been establishing a routine and it seems to be working(ish). Writing is my job so I have to treat it as such. After all, I wouldn’t rock up to the office two hours late, in my PJs, and trying to catch an episode from the latest Netflix box set I am caning.
So Proper Grown Up Writer (TM) routine it is…
I am committing to sharing a shiny new blog post with you wonderful specimens of readers every Monday.
Let’s face it, Mondays generally suck. They are that uninvited visitor that you try to hide behind the sofa from, turn off all the lights and pretend you’re not in, when they visit.
Mondays though are persistent buggers. They will find their way in. Therefore let’s make them more entertaining. Let’s read my blog posts! Not much for me to live up to, eh?
I won’t be posting at a specific time. I am a Brit which means it will be in daylight Brit time. It will always happen after coffee and becoming more conscious in the morning.
To those who don’t live in Brit world, I’d change the whole time zone rules if I could but the Equator and the general magic that does that stuff isn’t playing ball. Therefore you may get my posts a little later than the Brits, but this isn’t ‘Game of Thrones’ so don’t worry about spoilers.
I may add the odd cheeky extra post just to keep you on your toes. I may
not be arsed to write get run over by a bus, or be bogged down with other writing projects, so don’t leave me if a post doesn’t appear on a Monday. I will make it up to you.
But I will endeavour to remain true to my word and commit to Mondays. Bleugh though. Routine is just so very…routine. That’s enough adulting for now, I’m off to shovel cake in my gob like a greedy kid at a birthday party.