As usual my lovelies, here’s how my week went, in no particular order:
1- I feel like I’m teaching people to suck eggs when I say ‘never trust an estate agent’. But here, I’m sayin’ it.
2- Twenty thousand words in to The Dragon Hatcher first book. I would like to pull my finger out of my arse and speed up a bit, but the luxury of writing for hours on end this week has evaded me. I’ve done other useful things though.
3- Watched Anti Life on Netflix last night. I think Bruce Willis either owed someone a favor, or they had something on him. Either way I’d rather stick my finger in a jar of peanut butter. I don’t know what that means either; my brain just made me type it.
4- The next time someone tells you they are an independent Author, lay your cloak down in front of them, build a shrine to them at home, and apply in writing to hug them on sight for the rest of your life (and theirs). My point is, it’s bare knuckle hard work. Hug me.
5- ‘Skipping’ while not wearing a bra is not advised. That goes for you too. The fact that I find it perfectly acceptable to leave the house without one these days, is testament to the gargantuan clusterfuck that was 2020. Toodles, chaps and chapesses.
Quote of the Week:
‘Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.’Buddha