Unlucky for some

I've sent out 13 submissions in August, which is a record.

Now some peeple will tell you that 13 is an unlucky number, but I've noticed that the more submissions I send off, the luckier I get. In fact, on average I get one sale for every ten submissions.

August isn't quite over yet. Maybe 14 submissions would be even luckier.

Snot

I have a head cold, and so does my son. 'Snot much fun.

On the other hand, I've been a good girl and sent off five submissions in one day. They're all flash fiction, so they won't make me rich, but at least I've done something about my writing career.

Bleh!

I've felt lethargic for a couple of days now. It's a real effort to even do five minutes yoga in the mornings (instead of the usual 10 minutes). I don't want to clean the house (no surprise there) or write (unusual) or anything much.

I can't even be bothered to blog any more.

The rest of the holiday

The holiday carried on being great. My niece got good A level results, so we went out and celebrated with a delicious Indian meal. Then we had a day's shopping in Norwich, followed by a delicious Chinese buffet (an early birthday party for my son). Then we had a yummy barbecue in my brother's garden and an even yummier traditional Sunday dinner. All the above were washed down by slightly too much alcohol, which was also great fun.

And then we had the long drive home, followed by an uneventful flight.

Only I seem to have left my waistline behind in the UK.

We went off into Aldeburgh with my brother and family yesterday. Gorgeous fish and chips on the sea front, and a nice stroll down to the statue and back. Then home for afternoon tea, with a mean lemon drizzle cake.