My Name is Alex O’Toole and I’m Easily Distracted

After last week’s mental-ness of hobnobbing with celebs, spending fifteen hours on the motorway in horrendous weather and traffic conditions,  helping my friend Sharon Hockenhull in her bid to raise finance for her show garden at the RHS Tatton Park Show in July, worrying about nursery school issues and spending the day at one of my client’s offices, I am planning a week of quieter week of writing and ironing and maybe cleaning the downstairs loo. If I do nothing else I’m cleaning the microwave.  

Of course all of this requires a Monday morning four am start (thank you daughter). Now I’m ready to tackle the first chapter re-write. Again. I think I hate this chapter. Which is a problem because everyone knows the first chapter needs to be amazing. Everything else hangs on it. I will persevere.  

From my previous posts, you may have got the impression that I’m a time poor, sleep deprived, Stevie Wonder loving weirdo. All of these things are true but what is worse is that I am very easily distracted. I never knew this about myself until I became self-employed and began working from home. What’s depressing about it is that I’m not even tempted by interesting things: Jeremy Kyle, Loose Women and suchlike. Instead, it’s the mundane things, the post (bills) arriving, the cat litter tray needing emptying and the last minute dash to put the bin out before the bin men drive off, that grab my attention.  If I’m honest, this blog is a distraction, but I have decided I like writing it so I will continue to do so. Lucky for you! However, I realise that the first step to dealing with a problem is admitting you have one in the first place. Ok.

I admit it. I, Alex O’Toole, am easily distracted.

To this end, I have employed the services of a professional whip-cracker. Someone who will help me to focus on doing what I am supposed to be doing so that I can achieve the aim of The Life Plan (see About Me on this blog). I met her a couple of weeks ago and I think she’ll do the job nicely. What’s great about her, is that she’s done it, she doing it. She’s on her third novel and is totally immersed in the world of writing. It’s working already. For instance, she’s already made me write a synopsis. This was a very painful but necessary experience, but I am already grateful to her because it has made me re-think a few things. I am due to meet her again this week and so it is imperative that I have done some work on my novel before then. Starting with the first chapter re-write. I’ve printed it off so I can give it a read through before I mark down where it needs work. Yes. I am now ready to re-write.  Yes Sir-ee. Hmm…

 I might just go and put a wash on before I start…

Can’t Get No Sleep

Why will she not sleep through?! Don’t tell me techniques to try because I’ve done them all. She is impervious. I think she doesn’t like sleeping. I, on the other hand, do like sleeping. I used to enjoy a nine hour sleepathon every night. Now I’m lucky to get three continuous hours. I’m aiming for six hours of unbroken sleep by 2011. I’m not hopeful. Next door said one of their children didn’t sleep until they were five. Five!!! And it’s having a very negative effect on my looks. I’ve lost them. All I can see is dark circles and wrinkles. I’m avoiding mirrors for the forseeable future. I read somewhere that a continuous lack of sleep causes weight gain and dull skin. I can confirm that this is true. People, doctors or whatever, should tell you more about the lack of sleep thing. They should put it on condom packets. WARNING: THIS COULD LEAD TO NO SLEEP FOR UP TO FIVE YEARS. I might start campaigning. Take it all the way to Downing Street. Except I’m too tired. I’m just going to put up and shut up. Only another three and half years anyway. What’s that in the scheme of things? Probably an extra two stone, insane amounts of money spent on skin illuminator cream and the development of a weird facial twitch . She’s worth it though.

I Must Blog More Often

Forgive me readers, it has been four months since my last post. I had good intentions about this blog. They lasted all of a few days (see first and only two posts). What can I say? Blame it on the baby,  my elusive husband, the ironing, whatever. I’m sorry. I plan to be better at blogging from now on. Starting today. I’m even thinking of Twittering. It’s a big commitment so I’m going to mull it over for a few more days. I’ll start Twittering in March. My life will hopefully be more interesting in March. I’ll have things to tweet. Important things. Not like ‘off to get some lunch’  or ‘watching Home and Away on Fiver’. Things like ‘Just finished dancing naked on my sofa to Stevie Wonder with the curtains open’. Of course I won’t really say stuff like this because I’ve had a cesearean. But you get what I mean.