I’m not even getting to watch any telly or read anything tonight. And I’ve broken my favourite mug. I dropped it on the kettle. My only break of more than five minutes so far was spent removing shards of china from the filter in the spout.
[Oh, the self-pity. Get back to work, you idle young trout - Ed]
*hugs*
Glad to see that it’s going well, writting an Novel in a month does seem like am amazing achievement: good luck with it.
Sorry you’re finding it tiring.
*sends helpful thoughts*
Rah, rah, cis boom bah! GO REED!
It is hard work. Just keeping up with reading blogs is hard work, and then there is the writing thing.
Sorry about your mug. And you can’t even blame it on the Dog’s tail.
You have my every sympathy. Writing IS hard work, and not enough fuss is made of the brave souls who go into battle in its name…
And there I was thinking you’d all be laughing sarcastically at me for whining this much on day 2.
I love you guys.
I keep thinking about your favourite mug in bits in the kettle. Type of thing I would do. You would not believe the number of teapots and cups I have smashed my way through. I hope the writing is coming along well.
I’d imagine you need to have been powering through for a while before you come over all Terry Prachett. Keep at it!