I’ve spent the last week writing a lot. It hasn’t been for stories or anything like that. Instead, I’ve been spending hour upon hour staring at a screen trying to work out the correct sequence of 1s and 0s to make the computer do exactly what I want it to do.

Some of the time it has felt more like rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic than it has being productive, but if I want to unlock more time to write and get things done, I’ve got to get this out of the way. So, as a result, there isn’t much to talk about being written this week, even if I did get the odd word down, here and there.

Every time I blink, it seems like the kids have come up with yet another way to eat away at my time, so I’m trying to find efficiency for many different reasons. It’s all okay, though, because we only get the one life, and it’s far better spent with the family than stuck in a little room somewhere ignoring them for an undefined outcome