Life’s Like That
By: Barbara Spencer Author
It is all so unreasonable – this getting up at seven full of good intentions. You’d think by the time you reach maturity + ten or twenty more years, you’d be wise to the fact that good intentions resemble the old adage: rain before seven, fine before eleven.
Except with good intentions it’s the other way round – by eleven they’re gone, vanished in a puff of smoke. Rather like the genie after Aladdin had made his three wishes. So today, swimming didn’t happen, nor the ironing, nor the housework, nor the car cleaning. Worse the few thousand words I meant to write – not so much as a scribble.
Ah, well, there’s always tomorrow. Meanwhile, the characters in my next book are stranded in a wood – I simply haven’t written them out of it yet!
How much longer, I hear them cry?
Tomorrow – maybe!
Excerpt from: Age and the Antique Sideboard 2017
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