Monday 16th February. Bletchingley, England.

The big boss is onsite this week so I can't spend my days just sitting around drinking tea like I usually do. With all the work, I haven't had time to write much. I'm torn at the moment as to how to prioritize my time. On one hand I'd love to get this book written and published in the next few months, before I leave England. On the other hand, I've got a unique opportunity here in Bletchingley, where I can work as many hours as I want, effectively enabling me to save the money I need in order to publish the book. Anyone else see a Catch 22 here? I'm wary of 'rushing' my writing, or getting impatient and settling for a piece of work that I'm not happy with. If that was the case, I'd rather take an extra six months until I'm happy with the end product. Ideally, I need to go somewhere for a week, with no distractions, and just write. It's unlikely I'll have that luxury until at least Easter.

Last week I printed out a hard copy of what I've written so far. There's about forty or fifty thousand words so far, I'd estimate, and I'm very happy with most of it...but there's so much more to write! And so much work to be done on this house. Yet still only twenty-four hours in a day.

Thanks to Eddie and Zombie for the five o'clock wake up call yesterday morning. I really needed to be woken two hours earlier than normal, just to hear that you're all sitting around the pool in thirty-five degree heat, drinking Tooheys Extra Dry. *Tooheys..aaaahhhh* Here's me sitting in my little loft, wrapped up in my long thermal underwear, nibbling on sultanas, chocolate chips and peanuts and drinking apple juice. But I just keep thinking about what's ahead of me. If I work hard here, I'll be reaping the rewards for months to come.

Oh, did you see the new challenge on the messageboard? A reader wants me to locate a long lost friend of hers in Moscow, and it's worth a hundred US dollars if I succeed. I wonder how many Rubles that is?

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