It's been pretty hard for me to write anything lately, I even have to make time for reading!! I don't like the silly season, people's excitement rubs off on you, whether you want it to or not.
I tend to drop ideas when I can’t come up with anything else, which is bad ‘cause you can’t exactly publish a half finished book, can you? Lots of people have been telling me to write children’s books, “Money For Jam” someone said. Write Noddy with a King twist. I’d like to see a kid fall asleep after that, ha-ha.
I don’t much like growing up, as it mainly comes with having to take care of myself, my parents practically shunning me when it comes to finances. I wanted to get a guitar, learn something new in 2009, but they said I’m turning 19 in a while, so I could Work That Out Myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sheesh, and I’m the drama monger.
And now, I’m stuck behind this desk ‘til xmas eve, drafting 100+ page reports to district municipalities that probably won’t read them, anyway (the more complicated it sounds, the better. I bet they don’t understand half the stuff they read).
Alas, so is my December. At least my head is still attached to my body.
Merlin’s leering at me from the top of the screen…