What happened?

Yes, I've been away for ages haven't I. It's a fascinating story though: I was walking across the car park to my car one evening in the middle of May, when suddenly a space ship appeared, sucked me up in a laser beam and whisked me off to the other side of the galaxy.

Honestly, it really happened. I could draw you a picture of the aliens that held me captive and everything. Oh alright, I'm lying.

The truth is I committed the cardinal sin of bloggers, I forgot about my blog. General life, laziness, and a puppy took over my world. But I'm going to get a grip and struggle on.


Here he is, or was rather, at 6.5 weeks. Jasper - part Golden Retriever, part monster.

Looks cute doesn't he? He hadn't discovered the joys of biting at this age. He's 12 weeks old now. I'll show you another picture later.

So anyway, back to business: Laser eye surgery

Have I had it done? No.


Why?
Short version: It's a lot of money; I didn't want to give up my holiday time to recover from an operation; I really really want to write the novel that's been in my head since I was 16 and the thought of damaging my vision before I managed to complete this really scared me.

I had a consultation with my contact lens specialist recently and we're trying new lenses until we find ones that I can cope with. I owe it to myself, my health, my vision, my future as a novelist (ha!) to find a suitable alternative that doesn't involve such high risks.

I'm not saying never. I'm just saying not now.