Scrambled-Ideas-on-Toast
Right. Write. That's what I'm doing. Not just right now, you see, but...outside of updates and classwork. That's what two hours of Creative Writing workshops does to you, I think; it fires you up, whilst at the same time completely fries your mind, because Lord knows I'm making no sense at the moment. I've had to stare at a picture of two cat-men having an arm-wrestle and try and make a short-story out of it, and for the love of Christ everytime I looked at it and tried to make up something potent and inspiring, all I got was:
"Archibald, my Good fellow; I do believe the experiment has gone astray..."
So we're going for quirky sit-com, then. Hoo-wah.
But on the plus side, I'm actualy writing again. And I'll be getting thousands of pounds to do it within the week, which is glorious in ways that I can't adequately express. Smiles all round, people, smiles all round :)
Hmm...anything else? Ummm...Rigger re-opens on Friday, those of you who are Stoke-based. I'll be surprised if I remember anything of that ;) Beyond that, it's all quiet on the Western Front, sar.
AT :D
"Archibald, my Good fellow; I do believe the experiment has gone astray..."
So we're going for quirky sit-com, then. Hoo-wah.
But on the plus side, I'm actualy writing again. And I'll be getting thousands of pounds to do it within the week, which is glorious in ways that I can't adequately express. Smiles all round, people, smiles all round :)
Hmm...anything else? Ummm...Rigger re-opens on Friday, those of you who are Stoke-based. I'll be surprised if I remember anything of that ;) Beyond that, it's all quiet on the Western Front, sar.
AT :D