Quack!

Ok, strange title, but fans of Ugly Betty may know that ‘quack’ signifies that I’m about to make some excuses… NaNoWriMo? NoNoWriMo, in my case. I promise you, it isn’t because the ideas aren’t there, but I’ve been feeling a bit rough and can’t seem to motivate myself. There are other factors which are affecting my love of writing, and I tackled one of them today, simply by writing a letter. I don’t really want to go into it, but it’s pointless complaining that things don’t seem to be fair, and then sitting back and doing nothing about it. So I have done something (although I may have shot myself in the foot, so to speak). We’ll see.

I got the details about the charity abseil I mentioned a while back. I haven’t filled it in yet, as even the thought of it terrifies me. Once, I went on an outward bound weekend at school (those who know me are now probably laughing their heads off at the mere thought of me doing something active) and I had to go horse-riding. After a few failed attempts, I managed to get on to the horse, Mayvern, and it was SO high off the ground that my fear of heights kicked in. Vertigo on a horse must be a first! So you can probably imagine my anxiety at the prospect of hanging off the Tyne Bridge…plus I have to find £150 in sponsorship, and I’m not sure it’s possible for me to do that. My mam, sister and auntie are supposed to be doing it too, so we can’t all ask the same people (we’d bankrupt our relatives). It’s a dilemma… An 84ft dilemma…