|Comments on Monday 26 November 2001:|
|So, work on the novel continues at last. And I only have to write about 8333 words per day for the next four days. Expect little in the way of bloggery, and lots in the way of cursing and falling over things, as sleep deprivation sets in. And anger. And hatred. And random desire to eat things.
|Good luck! I know you can do it. Random desire to eat things? Like a dog eats the fuzz off the carpet? Surely not that bad.....|
|No, not a desire to eat random things; a random desire to eat things. Based not on hunger.|
|Daft bugger. Yow shunt compremise yr art just soez you finsh it fasta for that daft bloody competishun|
|It's not like I'm writing worse. It's not like I'm writing fast. I'm just writing *for longer*.|