261104

Tonight I went researching working class pleasures.

...and the haaaaaaaaaare is running...........

did i make anything? not a penny.

251104

Less than 7K to go.

Won't life be dull when I'm back to eight hours sleep a night?

231104

There's no easy way of breaking the news. Today I had my most embarassing moment, ever. Ever.

Picture the scene - me on the shopfloor with a large pile of books.

I take up my best manual handling stance for putting books onto a low table when I am bothered by a disconcerting noise and a disconcerting sensation.

The noise: the seat of my pants ripping wide open.
The sensation: a cooling breeze around the nethers.

I am one classy chick and no mistake.

211104

the thrill of being covered in fibreglass is wearing thin.

201104

i'm having somebody else's identity crisis.

181104

abandoned nano for a drive in some sudden snow. twas remarkably pleasant.

171104(b)

just started browsing palimpsest.

look danon, if you ever come across j.s for heaven's sake muscle him to the ground and hold him there til i arrive.

171104

unmask the identity of wildsheep then lose him to wolves. damn.

shall happily fall back on yoghurt (in fruit coloured clothes)

161104

mmm lovely day off working on the ole pressure sores.

151104

"do you have a list of all the books written for 5-8 year olds?"


(yes madam i'll just hit 'print' and if you'd like to come back in the new year...)

141104

I have a drum kit in my loft that I didn't think would be there when I got up this morning. Interesting!

Reached 19,000 words tonight.

Ernest & Julio have earned their place in heaven.

121104

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)

101104

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

091104

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

081104

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.

071104

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.

061104 (b)

yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!
yoghurt! yoghurt!

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?

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.

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.