yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
6 November 2004
061104
(post to be read with a Blackadderesque German accent)
I am ringing from Germany.
I have a fantastic Elvis book.
I would like to talk to someone about importing.
I have been given your number.
I was told you are central to the company.
me, shamelessly laughing down the phone: oh you were, were you?!
I hope this is true?
I am ringing from Germany.
I have a fantastic Elvis book.
I would like to talk to someone about importing.
I have been given your number.
I was told you are central to the company.
me, shamelessly laughing down the phone: oh you were, were you?!
I hope this is true?
4 November 2004
041104
an american friend tells me that the newly appointed senator (that still just sounds star wars, sorry) for south carolina wants to see all homosexuals and women who have had children out of wedlock, out of their jobs on moral grounds. this seems like a moderate, well thought out plan and we should all congratulate them on their broad minded insightful opinions.
rule britannia.
rule britannia.
2 November 2004
021104
two days into NaNo and i'm number obsessed already. 1700 words a day. every break today was throwing down words onto scrap paper and i have another 1000 to write before bed if i'm going to keep to target.
keep the comments coming here please. remind me of sanity.
keep the comments coming here please. remind me of sanity.
1 November 2004
011104
Who is the mystery Danon and where is the elusive Lotuseater? These are the questions that have taunted me today as I have wandered the tortured walks of Milton Keynes shopping centre abating my existential angst with remarkably large chocolate chip muffins and filter coffee.
31 October 2004
tick followed tock followed tick
It seems pointless waiting til midnight but midnight it must be.
I thought a panicky thread would be a good place to start while i while away another 80 minutes and then crash into bed being too knackered and grouchy to bother writing anything.
Of course I have no plans beyond it's about a girl who writes something strange in the end of year book then dies so what she writes takes on prophetic proportions and ends up unravelling the lives of everyone around her. That should secure me half a page. Now where to find 50K words??
I'm thinking that I am actually allowed to think about plot as I go along and it doesn't matter *overly* if it's not all planned with teutonic precision and written out in triplicate by midnight.
Really, if you plan badly and want to stick an extra chapter in at the wrong place, just do it - call it postmodern or a lost manuscript unearthed by a secondary character.
I thought a panicky thread would be a good place to start while i while away another 80 minutes and then crash into bed being too knackered and grouchy to bother writing anything.
Of course I have no plans beyond it's about a girl who writes something strange in the end of year book then dies so what she writes takes on prophetic proportions and ends up unravelling the lives of everyone around her. That should secure me half a page. Now where to find 50K words??
I'm thinking that I am actually allowed to think about plot as I go along and it doesn't matter *overly* if it's not all planned with teutonic precision and written out in triplicate by midnight.
Really, if you plan badly and want to stick an extra chapter in at the wrong place, just do it - call it postmodern or a lost manuscript unearthed by a secondary character.
311004(b)
Tonight I went to an early all souls service to commemorate the life of a close relative. Weirdly, who should I run into but the same french teacher that i met earlier in the week. Nothing for years then twice in one week. Spooky. Also had to smile darkly at the fact that I was snooping round a grave yard, tending a grave in the pitch black except for eery golden flood lighting on a medieval abbey on Halloween.
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