Coming close to the end of my work deadlines and some much needed down time when writing can once again take prominence. In the meantime I wanted to share some interesting links I found on the internet this week.

The question this week is why Google yourself when you can Gizoogle yourself. Here is my entry:

'Mae Archer knew dat biiiiatch wanted ta be a thug since dat biiiiatch was a cold-ass lil child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch loved listenin ta her grandmother’s war stories bout Gangsta maidens fallin up in ludd wit thugged-out Yankees while England burnt under tha Luftwaffe’s blitz.

When her dope ass discovered romizzle novels as a teenager her big-ass booty soon realised dat her trip thang was ta be a romizzle thug n' shiznit fo' realz. After nuff game twists n' turns she’s makin her trips come true.

Her real game is like one of her grandmother’s stories. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch kicked it wit a gangbangin' foreigner whoz ass travelled all up in Australia n' dat shiznit was ludd at first sight. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hooked up his ass six months afta they kicked it wit n' every last muthafuckin dizzle since has been a adventure.'

This is what happens when men pose like motorcycle babes. We realise how ridiculous our idea of sexuality is. Personally I find the guys sexier than the girl. The lesson-we need more men striking up sexy poses!

This made me squirm. I am so guilty of this!

I have written a guest blog post on My Book Addiction and there is also a giveaway of my novel Return to Me. All you have to do is comment to enter. The giveaway will run from 19 October to the 26 October 2013. Here's a teaser of my blog post. 

Have had a frantic couple of weeks. Deadlines are converging and I'm struggling to keep on top of things. Stress levels have been building and in the aftermath I have been left fatigued and out of sorts.

I hadn't written for nearly two weeks and then I went to bed on Saturday night and the voices in my head were quiet. Usually lying in bed is a good time to think about my work in progress. To dwell on their plight and plan ever greater torture to entertain my readers.

But my characters in my work in progress had muted and I was bereft. The thing about writing a novel is if too much time passes between dipping in and you lose the flow. You start forgetting what has come before and getting back into it requires great effort.

I woke the next day and wrote all day. Sometimes in half an hour stretches between errands, other times ten minutes. The voices returned. I was in the flow. I have plotted the third act of the novel. Finishing feels so close I can taste it, but those pesky deadlines are in my way. So for the month of October I just need to ensure I dip in here and there, even if it's to write 500 words. And when I finally clear my plate I can hoe in and finish my book.