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And so, I’m ‘doing’ NaNoWriMo this year. We have always had a strange relationship. Past attempts have seen me bang out 20,000 words and then well, edit them. Note to self and others: Don’t. Do. That. I have a penchant for abandoning projects in favour of others which I think ‘sound better’, and I don’t finish anything. Except really short stories or ‘novel excerpts’. Novel excerpts are short stories that wouldn’t shut up. See, I don’t like writing that sounds…
Growing up, I wanted to be a lot of things. Writer, nurse, Mom and bus-driver topped my list, written when I was 6, in rainbow block crayon. I also wanted to be a lawyer, an artist specialising in Spin-art, and a country singer. So it was a long list, and vet was not on it. I am a people person from way back. I have always loved dogs. Big ones with bigger eyes. Shrill, yappy ones have never been…
My weekend begins on Friday, so we’ll start there. I woke up and asked Sarge to make me a coffee. I did so nicely. ‘Can’t (the PA) do it?’ ‘She doesn’t make coffee,’ I said. ‘She pours water into ugliness.’ ‘Fair enough’, he said, turning on the coffee machine. For the rest of the day I scribbled and read, scribbled some more and thought about organising my dresser-drawers. I opened them, and quickly shut them again. A story for another…
If you’ve been reading along, you’ll know about Coffeegate 2011. You’ll also know that I call my computer Hemingway. Turned out he did need a new keyboard. Today, I came home to an undead Hemingway, complete with new keyboard and his own white chocolate cookies. (Sarge says he has to share them with us, though.) Hello. What would you like to write today? …
