Monday, August 18, 2014

Locked In My Room



Since I've been non-blogging for so long I thought I'd better explain myself. The ugly truth is that I've been locked in my room writing a book and it aint pretty. If anyone ever told you book writing was glamorous (do they say that?) they are lying. Book writing is painful. It involves many hours of staring at a blank screen and thinking of ways to procrastinate: suddenly cleaning the scale off the bathroom taps seems like something I should really be doing; or maybe it's time to darn my socks; or colour code and alphabetise my wardrobe (anoraks, belts, cardigans...).

 Too. Much. Thinking.

 Dear God, I'm going to slash my laptop with my scissors if someone doesn't write this for me.

Maybe it's time for a drink...This can wait right?

This is where I'll be for the next month, so I doubt I'll be blogging much. I will, however, be over on Instagram and Twitter because after all, aren't they the ultimate form of mindless procrastination?

1 comment:

  1. Love this! Was wondering what you'd been up to. At least we can look forward to another lovely book...should you or your computer survive!

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