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Trying to write in my own voice is harder than you'd think
My mum has been nagging me to write a book since I was ten years old. I sent her the finished draft of first chapter a week or so ago, with instructions that she was to call me as soon as she had finished. I'm convinced she doesn't read quick enough as I was counting down the minutes until she called. She said she liked it. It's not at all the sort ( Read more... ) -
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I was going to write a blog this morning about how much I have grown to despise my job and the incidents that led me to handing in my notice this week, but then my manager rang and insisted that I have to get into work now so she can fuck off for the rest of the day. She says it's so she doesn't have to spend the day rushing around, thick bitch ( Read more... ) -
Illness once more
I have swine flu. This is not fun. Bed and sofa are currently my best friends, glad now that my flat is small enough that the trips between the two and the toilet are no more than 6 steps.
Not much else to say, except don't panic if anyone thinks I'm terribly ill. Well, I am, but not to a dangerous degree, not taking Tamiflu because unless you have ( Read more... ) -
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Wow, I just wrote out a whole blog then my stupid computer jumped back and the saved draft didn't load.
Sometimes I think I should just keep my mouth shut and my hands quiet. -
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I had officially written 'the end', then realised that was a lie, deleted it and carried on. -
I wandered off again.
I had a sterois injection for my shoulder today, and I'm having six weeks of physio to see if my scapula can be moved back into a more senseible position (apparently my sholder control is "crap" because of it). If that doesn't really do much good then will have to look at a shoulder decompression, but doctor doesn't want to do that without having a ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: If Animals Could Talk
Ah, first let me tell you the Tale of Neville....
My mum's Cairn terrier Neville is possibly the most intelligent animal I've ever met. He always knows what's going on around him; he knows what you mean whenever you say anything to him, and he even knows what you are talking about when you spell it out (i.e, D-I-N-N-E-R). He loves music, whenever I ( Read more... ) -
I hate sundays.
I don't feel good.
Painkillers only allow me to focus on one thing at a time. That thing seems to be drawing, which I've always found rather therapeutic. Mum's fault.
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The wisdom of my mother...
*Moher grabs and rubs furiously at my neck*
Me: what are you doing?!
Mum: You have a dirty mark on your neck by your ear, but it won't rub off!
Me: That's my birthmark, it won't come off.
Mum: Birthmark, ay? How long have you had that?
*FACEPALM*
I've spent the last few days asleep. I've done something to my back. Might just be a very bad sprain, but ( Read more... )