I think I may have overcommitted myself in the last month. It was one of those months where I was running around and carrying on like a chicken's porkchop with its head cut off - or something - and nothing much actually got done. I didn't even get a blog post written.
I had put my name down to take part in two writing challenges - the ongoing 12x12 in 2012 Picture Book Challenge and the Chapter Book Challenge.
Neither of them were finished.
I also had two of my kids' birthdays, one which culminated in a party in a local park with around fifteen or so 6-7 year olds, dressed up as zombies... or plants, based on my now 7 year old's current gaming obsession. Pictures to come :)
I probably could have achieved more this month had I not come down with a hideous headcold one week and then gastro the next.
In fact I think the only thing I really achieved was realising how much I missed my other writing. I kept the picture book in the back of my mind even though I knew the chances of writing it were slim. I was trying so hard to get into the chapter book and to get that same feeling of when I'm loving what I write and could...not...quite...get...there. I'm not going to give up on it as it gives me that feeling of adventure I used to love as a child and I think, if anything, I just need to try and stay in that zone. But as my heart at the moment (or at least in the last month) hasn't been in writing for the under eighteens, I'll get back into my adult writing (I'm currently on a chicklit/horror/suspense) and hopefully through that the inspiration for the chapter book will stay with me for a bit longer.