Day two, despite there being over 30 in between the first day and this day. I think I will reiterate the fact that I use the word day looser than a pair of 60 waist trousers on a twig.
So, writing? Has it started, has it progressed, do I have any more of a clue than I did thirty days ago.
The short version is No.
The longer version is Really, No.
Basically, day one was written before I went on my first trip for work. Unfortunately my career doesn’t involve writing (I would only be able to afford food once a year and live in a bin should I rely on the money that my hobby brings in) but instead is located firmly in the computing world. My first trip for work involved the moody, nasty land of Paris, France. But wait, you’re thinking. Paris is home of the French, croissants and the Eiffel tower! What kind of hate is this and from where does it stem?
Well, the nature of my trips aren’t to visit lovely cities and bask in culture. No. My trips are of the business variety. This entails visiting airports and small freight buildings alongside airports.
Stunning. I feel like the world’s lamest jetsetter.
So, I was in Paris and got into an accident. My head was attacked by a car boot and the resulting gash left me woozy and considerably more bed bound than I had been. Since then I’ve been mulling about and doing my daily work. Writing fell by the wayside. I was all so pumped too.
I’ve come up with a great plan though, the best plan ever devised and it’s a star! I have acquired a library card for a 24 hour library! This will allow me to travel out late at night and go work madly on my pieces in utter silence away from distractions. Borderlands 2 I am looking right in your direction.
This ere’s where literature lives, read you sum.
