And so, I'm friends with my Dad. On Facebook and in real life. After I posted my post yesterday, he posted this on Facebook: It pays to be friends with your Dad, people. It means a lot. It means, amongst many other things, that any baby picture of you he decides to share will … Continue reading Proof of Hat. Because Dad Said So.
Let’s say, just for laughs, that your boiler is busted today. Here's a list of stuff you might do while waiting for the repairman/contemplating said repairman's actual existence: You may decide that it is colder in your flat than it is outside. And, not only is the water cold, it also tastes weird, making your … Continue reading My Head Is Too Big For Hats
And so, last weekend I started a healthy eating kick. For me, this meant leaving the lettuce and onions and one or two peppers on Saturday’s burger, and not having sour sweets while watching Tin Tin at the cinema. I took fruit-bars to work and came home to rice-cakes and grapes. I may have asked … Continue reading The Thanksgiving Duck
What follows could either be a. a snippet from my NaNo novel or, 2. a recent conversation between Sarge and me: I need to write. Then write. How do I get out of the way? Write in the bathroom, on the toilet, in the tub. Write in bare feet, using a pencil with no eraser. … Continue reading Open To Interpretation
And so, I’m ‘doing’ NaNoWriMo this year. We have always had a strange relationship. Past attempts have seen me bang out 20,000 words and then well, edit them. Note to self and others: Don’t. Do. That. I have a penchant for abandoning projects in favour of others which I think ‘sound better’, and I don’t … Continue reading A Little Friendly Competition
I talk to my computer. Depending on my mood, my headset and speech recognition are optional. When I'm not apologising for the coffee stains, procrastinating, shall we say, positively willing it to hurry up, or punching the keys, I'm dictating. And sometimes, I'm misquoted. Hemingway thinks I should be more interesting. Or grammatically incorrect. … Continue reading Hemingway Thinks I Should Be More Interesting