Phew!
Very busy this Easter weekend - I get Friday - Monday off, so it's all good. Ta, Easter bunny and your weird egg-laying ways. Actually mate, is it true you're just a holdover from the original Pagan god of--. No. Ok. Sorry. Right, Mr Bunny, you're absolutely right. I do apologise.
Anyway, do not fear, I have decided I can't give up writing. Mostly cos of Kurt Fuller. It's a long story, so I'll just cut n paste from my previous posting:
I've been yo-yo'ing around the whole 'do I give up writing' thing, and then I had a holiday. I made myself give up writing and stay clear of it for ten whole days. And you know what I found out?
I plunked myself in the middle of LA without the benefit of my computer and my two ABANDONED works in progress - just to shake things up. To prove to myself that the hobby I have is truly in my blood. I’m a writer. Not because my mum made me, not because my previous job occasionally called for it, but because it is what I am. And I love it; I’ll find my way to it in the dark every single time and I’m miserable without it. (And this is the bit where I say 'thank you, Kurt Fuller' cos I had a nasty feeling Zachariah was talking to me...)
So here I am: I’m baaaaaack! Back from my holiday, back from my experiment, and fruit-loopier than the entire Kellogg’s Company. Bwah! as Cap’n Mal would say. I have a story in progress right now (done 12,000 words in two days, no less): expect it to hit around late April.
Oh, and apparently I’m now on some Twitter thing. Go figure.
That shallot. Onion. Whatever. I must leave you now to do battle to the death other similarly hard-edged opponents. Well, the pub quiz down at the Winchester, anyway.