beowulf's daughter

It occurs to me as I write these posts that this blog is more of a place of general outpouring, in much the same way that my very cringeworthy diaries were in my teenage years. Just a stream of consciousness glimpse into what's in my head in the five minutes or so that i write. That's partly because i have so little time in the day, what with baby and child and cooking and job hunting and writing and laminating bugs... and partly because I haven't really been sure what this blog is supposed to be - is it to find a future audience for my novels (I wish), to have a platform for my recipes and cooking ideas, to talk about motherhood and working and how complicated it all is, or is it to showcase my obviously sparkling writing talent?
I still don't really know, so for now it will continue in this rather haphazard rambling tone. and we'll see how go from here.
For today, I have been mostly preoccupied with a project I started nearly ten years ago. I was a primary school teacher in east London, and wrote a paper on storytelling and how it has an impact on children's written stories. We were working on Beowulf (it linked with our project on the Vikings) and I was inspired to try my own hand at retelling the story - from the point of view of his (entirely fictional daughter). Anyhow, it sort of grew and grew, I travelled through Sweden and Denmark in my holidays and managed to write most of a novel. And then I sort of forgot about it, quit teaching, bought a shop and moved to North Wales. Yes, I know, fickle. But I was young, and foolish...
So here i am, nine years later and my mother has been on at me to go back and finish the book. So I re read it, and you know what? It's not half bad. I really think it might be quite good, so I'm going to get my old Viking books out and start again. And finish it this time. And maybe, just maybe,  this time next year I'll be laminating pictures of Vikings for birthday parties.