Post novel Fall Out
Well, I finished my final - I'm happy with it - draft of my novel on Friday. At first I felt triumphant, and now I'm all over the place. I'm used to writing it, altering it, re-reading it. Now it's just 'out there' waiting to be read and I'm all lost.
Yesterday I drank all of my housemate's guiness from the fridge (6 cans) while watching the free copy of The Wicker Man that came free with Satruday's Guardian. I ate 2 Linda McCartney pies with lots of mash and an entire packet of frozen peas. I had a box of choc ices for pudding.
I watched Midsumer Murders in the evening, smoked 3 rollies (in liquorish paper obviously) Drank cocoa.
Woke up.
Stared at the ceiling and thought: ARghifnfnsdnggnnnnnnnnn (writer's interpretation of actual thought).
Yikes. I came out of the house dressed in my pyjamas because I couldn't be bothered to get changed. I just put a long coat on over them and a particuarlly wrap-around-able scarf. Now that is WRONG.
I may spring clean the house when I get home later. Now that is WRONGER.
Better start writing a new novel, and pronto.
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