Homily for the day

I'm busy, busy busy

• - writing frantically (or as frantic as a slow, slow writer like me can get) to try and finish SPN_cinema, the J2RB joint story with blackrabbit42, and start on the idea I'm supposed to be doing for cassiopeia7's SPN_RB


• - arting for the remaining spnRB prompt with septembers_coda and the J2RB prompt with amypond45 - both such cool and wonderful stories, chaps!


• - going to London to see Rag'n'Bone Man in concert tonight


• - preparing to paint the giant hare


• - trying to produce 3 designs for giant penguins by 11th Dec


• - planning a trip up north to see my Mum, Aunty M and cousin Michelle in January


• - Christmas presents and bloody cards! Dammit.

All while trying to distract Paul from the horrible waiting for his Mum to die. (She is fading but not fast - sleeping a lot, not really there when she is awake, and it's really stressful for her two boys...)

Ugh. That just got out of hand, and wasn't what I was going to post at all. What I was going to post was THIS interesting and encouraging article about writing and storytelling, and why we should all keep telling our stories.