Isn’t strange how as you get older life seems to pass faster, yet when we were young it dragged by ever so slowly? I know that this week has past as any other but it feels like I was only starting the week yesterday. Yes I know being busy working away means I don’t notice the time as each day slips past. Though I might understand this it still strikes me as strange as I can remember when I was a kid, being bored with nothing to do, wishing for time to speed up. Of course now I just wish I could find an extra hour or two each day. Saying that makes me feel old though I’ve really only hit the middle years of life. That’s scary as if this is me now what a moaner will I be when I am old, hehehe.
I nagged my son last weekend a little too much to read my book that it has now sat untouched all week on the coffee table. Of course he has had school and his own things to do. I’m just a little impatient to get it finished and uploaded to Smashwords to offer it as an ebook. Of course that isn’t easy when you’re talking about something that you created yourself. A bit like life really, first the log process of making the story then followed by hours, day, weeks of editing and then we just want to rush to the end.