"Missing Posts", or "My Scattered Mind"

I used to have myriad posts about a certain author on my blog. I even had a label specifically allowing me to identify and track my varied rantings. Now they're all gone, and I can't remember if I deleted them, or whether they've been removed by some higher power. They weren't all that complimentary.

Part of me loves the fact that I'm so scatterbrained. It allows my mind to wander from fantasy fiction to crime thriller in the space of two Post-It notes. It gives me the freedom to make up stories, and will, in time and with much luck, lead to a career doing what I love - writing books which people want to read, will enjoy, will lend to their friends with glowing recommendations.

It drives my wife crazy, though. She's very down-to-earth, grounded, amazing at organising not only her life, but mine and that of our daughter too. Not that she's lacking imagination, or indeed intelligence, with which she has been blessed in greater abundance than anyone I know. No, she's merely capable of operating without the fear that she might forget to breathe.

I do DIY and feeding the rabbit, and writing stories and staring into space. And half the time she has to remind me to do those things.