I've been up all night, working. It's a busy time, and with my Father being ill I have times when I can't work the hours I'd like to. Plus I'd planned a relentless month from mid-July through to August on marketing. Online marketing, running ads, making squidoo lenses, getting the online presence consolidated… even outsourcing a goodly part of the work to the team it all takes time. August is usually a slow month in the copywriting business, and as a ghostwriter your workload can go very slack in July/August. But this year it's been busy.

Which brings me to the blog. I never thought I'd say this but I have so much to say I'm keeping a list of things I need to write about! I just need to find the time to be the prolific blog writer I'd love to be…

It's a grey early morning here in the forest. Planning a late night working I had a belt of caffeine at around 2330. Unfortunately it didn't seem to kick in… until around 3am. Then I was wired and the whole how-late-to-work questions was taken out of my hands.

It wasn't an unpleasant night. I worked. I Twittered. I Facebooked. I Squidood, I worked my socks off. I went out in the pitch dark and rain with the torch and hunted slugs with Gilly at 3am (one of his favourite pastimes). I got soaked but won (slugs 0 Julie-Ann 16).

Then I had 2 pots of camomile, lemonbalm and aloe vera tea (that's 2 pots of a blend, not 2 pots of each!) in desperation. It's supposed to be calming – but it's 6am and it's taking as long to kick in as the caffeine did!

In a minute I'll go to bed and lie awake for a bit. I might even play with my new phone. Not games, you understand, but I'm the type of person who gets a real kick out of setting tasks up and reminders and to do lists. And it passes the time when Rud is fast asleep. I'll probably get off to sleep just in time for Roxy (who sleeps under the bed) to come scrabbling out at 9am to greet Leanne coming in to work. Then the postman at 930 (Gilly will bark if I am in bed and theoretically at risk of missing it). The dustmen at 10 (more barking). I wonder if it's worth bothering going to bed at all!