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Devi, I've made some progress on your request, but I'm knackered and I have a GP appointment in the morning and a day of horror ahead of me, so I'll come back to it later. -
Na-NOT-WriMo Submission 2
Client - kt_peasant
Theme - 1920s thriller
Sentence - 'Jamieson cursed silently, but it was too little, too late. He'd broken the most important rule - keep the monologue internal.'
( Bit shorter, only 965 words, just over an hour's work ) -
Na-NOT-WriMo Submission 1
Client - madameperdita
Theme - "Near Future, toltaitarian state, erotica"
Sentence - "You're late for your session, schedule an extra 20 minutes at the end of this session for surgical punishment, now...get undressed..."
( 1345 words, two hours work, not explicit but not for the faint of heart... ) -
Na-NOT-WriMo
I don't write novels. I'm not sure I've got one in me. I procrastinate too much, get excited by new things and can't be arsed with continuing narrative. But I write short pieces of fiction. I've been told that I write them rather well ( Read more... ) -
Tish & Gomez
Just because cordite sent me a pic of them tonight - the two Chinnies I'm now co-mum to.
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Meme seepage...
Shamelessly stolen from madameperdita, I ask only thay you post something witty below (or failing that, something droll) and I'll tell you what song you put me in mind of, or strongly reminds me of you.
Fly, my little monkeys, fly. -
Boost
The receptionist at the GPs just politely lectured me on why I'm silly for refusing the smear test the computer automatically booked, and how I really ought to have it for the good of my health.
Aww, bless. And I thought I looked awful today. -
I really, really...
...hate the Daily Mail. Genuinely, I do. I don't hate a lot of things, and am guilty of using the word when I really mean "I dislike" something, but honestly, I hate, hate, hate the Daily Mail.
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So, what happened?
Well, my last post on here was me complaining about a pain in my back. It got worse and worse as wednesday went on, eventually getting to a point where I couldn't stand, sit or lay down without being in pain, and each breath was agony.
A conversation with my wonderful cordite convinced me that I had to go get something done ( Read more... )
