for long silence, stop, battering away at novel, stop, whisker away from half way mark, stop,
Okay, okay. I can take a breath and write something with a proper voice. Just that I feel underwater at the moment, figuratively (and literally, on Sunday, when me and the boyf accidentally hit a water main. Hidden behind the wall. I had no idea water made THAT MUCH NOISE or came out so fast. Shudders. An hour of panic and prayers and Polish plumbers later, and the nightmare was over. But I'm still jumpy when I hear a running tap.)
Otherwise, I'm submerged pretty much constantly in the novel right now. Lost in it. I don't know if it's making sense, but it is making me horny, so something must be working.
And maybe it's just me, but focussing this hard means I let everything else slide. Tonight I shall make a grand effort and wash my hair - in another 35,000 words I shall probably go out and drink til I fall over.