One more day and one more night and my latest novel will be complete. Sadly, these are a novel-time day and night, not a real-time day and night. Nonetheless, I've been creeping up on the end, a couple of pages at a time, and it's stopped runnin'.

Normally, at this point in a novel I'm writing flat out to hit the end. This time, I'm going really slow. This isn't totally my choice. Writing time has been hard to come by over the last four or five days. Steph has been ill with a nasty cold, probably the same one we've both been having on and off for a month, so we haven't been doing our regular coffee shop session, and I'm too tired and too short of time in the evenings to do more than about 30 minutes a day.

Part of it, no doubt, is that I'm bored at work again and so I'm not full of energy. It's a bit of a dilemma. I could get an interesting, exciting job, but interesting, exciting jobs take up far too much time and require you to take your work home. Which I don't want. Boring jobs, on the other hand, have nice fixed hours, but leave you, well, bored. A solution would be to become a famous, successful writer, but that's not happening fast.

Damn it, I wasn't going to moan when I started this entry. I'm happy that I'm near the end of my book. I should stay up all night and just finish the damned thing, then I'd feel great.

The good news is that Steph and I have booked a short holiday to Vienna. Steph's going there to work and I'm going along to join her for four days. It'll be awesome. I was glad to get out of Vienna after living there for six months without any money, but I'm feeling nostalgic for it. We've also spent a lot of time trying to look up places for our honeymoon. There are so many beautiful, exciting places to go to, and plenty that take dogs, so we can take Nika with us. As soon as we make up our minds, that'll be another holiday to look forward to.

Right, I think I've typed myself into feeling a little motivated with writing again, so time to leave this behind and do it.