The seventh walk

Has it been nearly a week already? Doesn't seem like it.
Anyway, I'm sorry that the blog Friend Connect system doesn't appear to be working and that I'm currently fiendishly masquerading as two different people - I've joined everyone's blogs and read them (interesting stuff!) but Google can't make its mind up whether I'm Taipatala or Sarah so it looks like I haven't joined any blogs yet :( Sorry guys, I've tried to add everyone but you don't come up on the dashboard for some reason so I have to manually click on each person via links that come up under Blue or Freya since they're the only ones who come up as Followers. Guess I overestimated my meagre skills a smidge!

Really into the festive spirit. Last night, on an adrenaline rush ruled by tea (ok, tea with three sugars) I wrote out all my cards and delivered any and all that could be delivered on foot. Most people would call this 'merrymaking' but really, it's procrastinating. The writer's bane. People think that's writer's block, but at least writer's block eventually subsides, especially if you hear a song or do a little research which eases it. It's so easy to think 'oh, I'll just do this bit...' or 'oh, that kitchen hob hasn't been cleaned in a while...' or worse, 'the dog needs walking again!'
I don't quite know why. I mean, if we didn't like writing we wouldn't do it, but here's the theory: it's being chained to a computer. Has anyone else noticed your neck aches like heck, you get really hot and bothered and by the time you finish your nails are bitten to stubs? Well, mine are, anyway. But sometimes you've just got to blank your mind and do it, like housework...wait, no, not housework, that's the other writer's bane (too many procrastination oppotunities)!
Christmas is a different time of year. I can't help but feel like an interior designer as I pick out green pillar candles and dress them with £2.95 plastic wreaths from R and J, or eye up tinsel with a cynical air, playing my C grade GCSE for all its worth: 'well, that's 10 metres, but it's twice as expensive as the 8 metres...' (yes, you start to sound like an essay question at this time of year, but at least it's expected of you). We've still got to replace the sad-looking, bent tree at my Grandmother-in-Law's so she has some festive spirit to come home to.
If no-one's guessed, this blog has gradually just become a diary. I wish I could invent this great big series online, but it's just not something I can do. At least a diary doesn't require consistency (I'm a bad liar) and I don't have to be in character all the time. It might well be just as the title suggests - meanderings - but maybe one day someone else will realise they're walking down the same path, and will be glad of the company.