She's given me a lot to, erm, worry about. Do I have to give up my ellipses? And the pink?
So my journalist friend tells me I could write a column, and then I find this, which all feels a little significant.
I'm torn. On one level, I just want my blog to be my own little blog, though I do like the idea that it's read, and if people commented more, it would bring me endless joy. On another level, the idea of writing professionally is a lifelong dream, albeit one I've never done anything about.
I suppose that leaves me with the necessity of two blogs. How many blogs can this disorganised mother handle? I've already got one in the pipeline I'm tremendously excited about, I was thinking about a little business venture this summer that would go well with a blog. There's forninepounds for fun.
I was planning on doing a massage course this year. I also feel I have to try to get a couple days of proper teaching work and try and make some real money again. Will I ever get my house clean? How will all this fit in with the impending world domination my husband is to embark upon?
I have a lot to think about. dot dot dot
