I have to stay off sugar for another month.
Strangely, I received that news with a distinct lack of joy. I promptly took myself to the organic shop across the road, bought 100gms of chocolate, marched home as only a woman on a chocolate mission can, flicked on the espresso machine, and three minutes later sat at my laptop with a steaming flat white under my nose and a mouthful of chocolate, grinning like a madwoman.
As for writing, what can I say but that I’ve had a slack week. This week’s been about work: about working out how much fat there really is in one macadamia nut (it’s 3.01 by the way, so if you eat 10 of them, you’ve just effectively eaten your day’s quota of fat), how to get someone who’s put on weight instead of lost it to stop crying (what? I never said I was good at what I do), how to convince someone who drinks 6 coffees a day and no water that they might shrivel and die soon… that sort of thing.
I have done some editing. Short story editing though, nothing on the book this week. I have this weird little 1000 word feminist story that my husband has read and really liked. Di has read it and liked parts of it, but also had some serious (and valid) concerns, so it was great to get her feedback. I’ve just given it another edit and sent it to two feisty feminist lesbian friends for their opinion. I often don’t seek out more than one or two people for feedback on short stories but this one is a rather ambitious affair that may never find a home in our literary annals, but also not one I’m ready to give up on just yet.
Now, you must excuse me while I go and eat some raw green things. If I do manage to get pregnant after all this bloody chocolatey sacrifice, this better be one grateful baby!