Took a few days out for Christmas, as you do, for family stuff. But then realised I don't *really* have the ability to switch off so on Christmas Day I got Dad's old laptop out and did some work on the novel whilst Mum and Angela were asleep.
Worked on it pretty much for three days solid, in between dog walking, eating too much and sleeping. It's been an exhausting year, I fully intend to get as much sleep in before things go crazy again.
I expected this to be the most depressing Christmas ever, but it hasn't. True, there's a huge Dad-shaped-hole here, but we got through it. Maybe we're stronger than we think? Managed to catch up with a few mates too - Matt (twice), Michael and tonight Fiona - a girl (woman) who just gets it all completely.
The novel is done as a first draft now, but still needs a lot of work. I'm not due in to freelance for another week so I have time to create something wonderful, I think, if I can actually escape from the family home for a bit.
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