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apologies for the shoddy commitment to this wonderous site. yesterday i was out til half one getting drunk round soho and china town ( as i recall )

i was hung over all day at work and now i'm home desperately trying to hit the 16K mark on my writing and drinking more red wine and feeling scared of another day of headache and strauss waltzes piped directly into my BRAIN from the speakers.

still laughing about how i pounded down the platform at st pancras with the doors beeping and threw myself headlong onto the floor of the carriage before the doors shut.

73 words to 16,000.
half a glass more til i'm anyone's (again)

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It's Wednesday
There's no need to be afraid
On Wednesday
We let in quiet and we let out ***** (insert name of colleague)
And in this shop of plenty
We spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around your books
on Wednesday.

But say a prayer
Pray for the other days
There are four more working days just out there
And they're days of dread and fear
Where the only words are flowing
are the bitter words of fear
Well today thank fck he's home
instead of heeeeere

Feed my ears
Let them know it's quiet time
Feed my ears
Let them know it's quiet time...... etc

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"Eats shoots and Leaves?
I think it's about punctuations."

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OUCH.

some nasty beggar posted this on my other blog:

Where is the creativity, the inspiration... the message? What do you want to say to me, as a reader. Where is the substance? Your word choicage is distasteful, your descriptions uncoordinated and unclear. It lacks the subtle grace, that literary mood that pours us into the subject, forces us to embrace it.

Your presence as a writer is as a hopeful mid-teen girl (perhaps 17? 16?)

Am feeling surprisingly hurt.

I replied:

May i remind you of my inital post which said:

THE EXCUSES
Clearly this place is going to be awash with lifeless prose from time to time but that's partly due to the fact that NaNo is trying to get me to write 50,000 words in 30 days. The other reasons are obvious!


I am taking part in a project designed to get us to write 50,000 words in one month. There is no time for revision.

I was 15 very many years ago and frankly, I find your choice of words (rather than the cumbersome 'word choicage') distasteful.

I notice you remain anonymous.


OUCH. I'm going to bed.

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given the option 'keep or chuck', 9/10 i will opt for chuck. And so i have spent a happy afternoon emptying my loft of bicycle chains, stuffed toys from 30 years ago, old curtains and what can only be described as miscellaneous non-descript items.

don't tell anyone but it's being boarded out for a big christmas day drum kit surprise for mini-me.