Bleargh...
So tired of pretending to write my novel. It will not come to life. I will start to panic soon. Maybe they'll make me give back the advance money. Help.
On the bright side, in a triumphant return to stand-up comedy I've made the quarter-finals of the Laughing Horse New Act competition for the second year. And I've lined up a few more gigs for myself as well. I got a wolf whistle as I walked out on stage on Wednesday, possibly because I was wearing my inappropriately low-cut frock. Hence the photo I've chosen to accompany this post.
Tired. Fed up. Overworked. Busy. January-ish. You all know what it's like.
Also, feeling old. I started to cry while listening to Frank singing so world-wearily about the autumn of his years...
On the bright side, in a triumphant return to stand-up comedy I've made the quarter-finals of the Laughing Horse New Act competition for the second year. And I've lined up a few more gigs for myself as well. I got a wolf whistle as I walked out on stage on Wednesday, possibly because I was wearing my inappropriately low-cut frock. Hence the photo I've chosen to accompany this post.
Tired. Fed up. Overworked. Busy. January-ish. You all know what it's like.
Also, feeling old. I started to cry while listening to Frank singing so world-wearily about the autumn of his years...