Eleven Shifts Left!

Eleven shifts to go. Still mixing excitement and dread.

I’m finding it tricky trying to build up more freelance clients while I’m still working; I feel a little bit overwhelmed by my schedule at the minute. I’ve got a few things I need to do, but I’ve got shifts to fit in, it’s half term right now and going freelance is meant to mean I get more time with the kids, not less, and I’m going away for a couple of days next week for a kind of family thing.

I had an idea for a story – unfortunately it involves time travel and I can’t cope with that. The sticking point in the plot is that you know (because you’re from the future) that someone you meet (in the past) will die horribly.

So you save them and they don’t die.

So you don’t know they need saving.

So you don’t save them and they die.

So you do know they need saving.

So you save them and they don’t die.

So you don’t know they need saving.

So you don’t save them.

So you do know they need saving.

So you save them.

So you don’t know they need saving.

etc.

Classic terrible time travel story. There’s more to it than that, but really, time travel is a terrible idea. Anyway, I’m not an imaginative sort of writer, and with fiction there’s always the risk that you’ll write an embarrassing horrific Stephen King-esque sex scene and never be able to look any of your family in the face again.

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