20,000 Words.
I’ve hit 20,000 words in my fantasy.
Holy shit...
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20,000 Words.
I’ve hit 20,000 words in my fantasy.
Holy shit...
I'm tired of stupid proofing things because people don't bother to read...And wondering if it is better to be stupid and sublimely ignorant of the fact rather than having to continuously deal with the aforementioned obtuse beings. There are days I want to say fuck my IQ because the abuse it takes at the hands of the clueless can sometimes be a bit much.
It is one of those times when I feel like I need to apologise for existing because my very presence makes some individuals uncomfortable and nothing I do is right. In point of fact, it is nitpicked until even the bare bones are screaming for mercy.
My Mum had a favourite little rhyme,Quote:
Originally Posted by Darkkin
See the happy moron
He doesn't give a damn
I wish I were a moron
My God! Perhaps I am!
Dorothy Parker.
'See the happy moron
He doesn't give a damn
I wish I were a moron
My God! Perhaps I am!'
by Dorothy Parker :-)
Today I received one of those dreaded buff envelopes from the taxman in the post, but it contained a refund cheque for £200. I must have passed GO.
(Well okay, it was actually £204.76, but that doesn't make for such a good post.)
I bought a 14.75 sandwich which is not terribly outrageous a' price considering the neighborhood.
Being inappropriately attired, I had phoned it in prior so I could take it to go.
A young couple got up and left from a sidewalk table as I parked and then walked in, and I noticed their mixed plate of aged cheeses, fresh strawberries, some sort of fruit looking sauce, and some other was untouched. 14-something is on the high end and I wondered at how young persons or any age persons might so lightly order and abandone untouched... 'stuff'.
Suddenly the world slowed, street sounds became muffled, the world went black, and then I had a vision of the pitchfork scythe-mob of the French Terror with the background metallic slide-singing punctuated with the ker-chunk of the guillotine. The music was so beautiful. Tears were pouring down my face- "Let them eat cake!" I shouted.
. Scuse me...scuse me! I looked at her, aware again of the sidewalk. Could you pull your p.o.s. car forward so we could get ours out? Yes, I stammered.
Thought I'd spice it up a little, sorry. They did leave their plate untouched. Didn't make that part up. The sandwich was, uhm, good. Okay, very good.
Today is as gloomy as it was yesterday, although yesterday it was ice and today it is just wet. This should be a good writing day, all cloudy but I feel as if I've been frowning since I woke up. It was dark then and hasn't lightened much by 9 a.m. The wind is howling at my poorly shuttered windows and I'm feeling like the day - cold, withdrawn and dark. Tomorrow the sun is expected but the price we pay is that the temp is nothing like spring. Spring is quite fickle after all.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/i...Xjq2nLm-abfgJA
Pic looks like a painting.
There are no in-laws / grand-parents / relatives staying at my house anymore! The holidays and visits are over for the season! No more birthdays either for a few months. It's a fucking wonderful day!
I am notsurprised, she was a favourite of Mum's.Quote:
Originally Posted by bobo