And so there I go and finish something that I’d saved as a lifesaver for days when such things are needed.
I started at, let’s see 12 pm today in the morning, promptly fell asleep and woke to a date invite that I had to turn down (again) at 5 pm and then restarted it and got done with it half an hour ago. Speed reading even by my own standards, but worth it. Only now I don’t know what to do and how to deal with bad news (if there’s any such looming in the horizon).
I finished the last ever Harry Potter and thought it pretty darned good. I don’t see what so many were complaining about. It’s certainly better than the previous one which was a bit of a washout.
This was interesting and neat, really tidy. What did people want anyway? More of Bollywood?
It’s nice and English. Yes, I’m partial to English writers; doesn’t make me sycophantic, now, does it? And god, it’s such a terrible word.
So yes, I liked it and really I’m wracking my brains now for something I can use in later days as a life saver. I’d welcome suggestions.
It’s awful being a writer, worse if you are famous. I’m just waiting to speak to all the people who disliked it and ask them what the fuss was all about, but then they’ll bore me to death dissecting this, that, and the other thing so I’ll desist.
I wonder why people think they are so good if they remember and quote reams and reams of paragraphs from books. I met this guy who had learnt up The Da Vinci Code, I kid you not. It was fascinating and how I despaired thinking the coffee would never get over!
Oh what a mean bitch I am. I’ll stop before I reveal more of myself.
Why can’t they have the Calibri font? I don’t want Verdana, I’m bored of it and so it’s Trebuchet now, oh heck.