There are times when my fingers just dance along the keyboard and others when every tapped letter feels like lugging home two heavy bags of shopping uphill.
Today, I'm delighted to say, is one of those occasions when I can't wait to share the news. I just might have got something right. Might, I say. Madmum has learnt the hard way not to get over-excited by false hopes.
As you know, my response to son Matt's decision to walk out of his job at Furniture Fiasco on the grounds that he was too good for them and would be snapped up by Alan Sugar or someone, was muted to say the least.
He was looking for a reaction, I just turned up Coronation Street.
When he announced that I didn't need to worry because he was going to be a famous rap star, I said: "That's brilliant, you must be delighted. But I wasn't worried because I knew something would turn up."
He spent three days rapidly filling A4 pads with 'lyrics'. Then Matt told me he'd recorded the best ones on his phone and all his mates thought they were fantastic.
He insisted that I listen to one, which was mostly about how he had lured his friend Jake's girl to his bed, just for the fun of it, and the boy was going to have to get used to the idea that she preferred Matt to him.
Since I know both the boy involved and his girlfriend, it seemed to be stretching it a bit that they might be so over-awed by Matt's talent that they didn't mind being humiliated.
Not that I commented. The key to the campaign
has been zero reaction so I just said that as a non-expert on such things I would just have to agree with Jake's view.
No, I'm not going to tell you he's been signed up by some big American label.
Last night he came home before I'd gone to bed for the first time in three weeks. Chomping on a giant-size sausage roll, Matt declared that he had "big news, really big news."
It seemed he'd answered his phone to an unknown number and on the other end was not a recording studio but a big cheese from Furniture Fiasco.
He'd never met the man before but the company wanted a little chat to see how he was getting on.
Matt lied that he had a new job.
Well let's face it, the recording deal and mega stardom wasn't completely tied up.
He'd agreed to go for a chat with the Furniture Fiasco boss at one of their shops the next day.
Throughout all this Madmum continued to be apparently very busy fiddling with the rubble in her handbag, so could only half pay attention.
It was almost impossible to sort out the change in my purse when he admitted telling Mr Furniture Fiasco: "I think I might have made a mistake."
In the end I just said: "That sounds nice - hope it goes well."
Matt concluded with the announcement that he planned an early night. He wondered if I would iron a proper shirt and trousers for him.
Now, I know nothing may come of all this, but it still feels like a result.
