My but is expanding. Well actually it’s my hips. I have one of those freaky bodies where the weight piles on around the middle, so I end up looking like I have no waist and love handles that you could loose a small country in. I feel ugh. The problem is completely my fault, I have not exercised in months and all I want to do is write, write and write. I’ve been stuck in between the ‘dear god, I need to do something before I end up at my post pregnancy weight’ and ‘but what if they request this story!’
I am also terrible at giving me ‘me’ time. Any ‘me’ time over the past five years has been ploughed into writing. But now, it’s my job.
Yes, I know I haven’t sold anything yet, a full manuscript sitting on an editors desk is no guarantee of a sale. But it took desire, determination, dedication and discipline to learn my craft well enough to get that kind of interest from an editor. Writing is my job and I’m planning a long career in creating stories that readers will love.
But I need my health, too. So I’m going to start attending yoga classes (something I have been promising myself for five years) and I’m also going in the gym. To exercise. So wish me luck!

In other news, my W.I.P is steaming along nicely and thanks to my fantastic critique partner I have focused my emotions (this is something I always fall into a great muddy hole over on every manuscript). I know what my H&h are going to do and I’ll soon be at the half-way mark. Yay!