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The New Chivalry: How To Date Without Being a Douchebag
Making a public hoo-ha about writing one book and then being forced to admit that you can't get a handle on it and are going to write a different one instead is a bit embarrassing, but as Lin very sensibly pointed out this is the Year Of Write Whatever The Fuck You Want, and what I want to write turns out to be actually hokey supernatural London-based gangland Shakespeare rip-offs with bisexual love triangles and blood magic, so that's what I'm going to write.
In other news there is a pneumatic drill inside my face and I have progressed from being snappish and irritable about it to crying at my desk and emailing people draft versions of suicide notes. \o/ The part that drove me into considering overdose has died down again now (pain moving from jaw and cheek into eye socket and nasal passages) but I'm still fair from jubilant and am looking forwards to going to Susanne's on Sunday to distract myself from facial torment by ingesting alcohol and probably arguing about Dr Who with Owain.
(work was quite pleasant when it was just me and F making fun of the newspapers and talking about why he, as an immigrant, hates immigrants).
The New Chivalry: How To Date Without Being a Douchebag
Making a public hoo-ha about writing one book and then being forced to admit that you can't get a handle on it and are going to write a different one instead is a bit embarrassing, but as Lin very sensibly pointed out this is the Year Of Write Whatever The Fuck You Want, and what I want to write turns out to be actually hokey supernatural London-based gangland Shakespeare rip-offs with bisexual love triangles and blood magic, so that's what I'm going to write.
In other news there is a pneumatic drill inside my face and I have progressed from being snappish and irritable about it to crying at my desk and emailing people draft versions of suicide notes. \o/ The part that drove me into considering overdose has died down again now (pain moving from jaw and cheek into eye socket and nasal passages) but I'm still fair from jubilant and am looking forwards to going to Susanne's on Sunday to distract myself from facial torment by ingesting alcohol and probably arguing about Dr Who with Owain.
(work was quite pleasant when it was just me and F making fun of the newspapers and talking about why he, as an immigrant, hates immigrants).