Morning Kids. Good weekend?
Mine was... Well. It was. And I think that past tense is the best thing for it. But anyway, enough of that.
My new look blog... It's got nothing to do with anything that happened over my weekend. Nor anything that happens to me daily. This is not a substantial change in my mood nor even a new beginning.
Quite simply it is this:
Watching 9987 was set up for me (and you. Not you, no, nor you - you were here for the Lesbian Nurses) to follow 9987 from happy birth to learning to walk and, more recently, to branching out on it's own. I think that now though I'm spending too much time simply Watching. And this is no good.
9987 is doing quite well. It's part of the Read Regional Campaign and it'll kicking about some festivals this year I hope. Plus, it's even getting some new clothes soon as it heads for a second date with the printers.
But I'm a bit too smug.
And a bit too lazy.
And I need a kick.
So here it is.
I will continue to watch 9987, of course I will, but - and I'm actually quite excited by this - it's time to get back to work.
Second novels will not write themselves.
Two hundred words a day from now until my summer holiday. That's a month away. That's (counts on fingers... starts again...) 6,000 words.
Then a thousand there after over the summer.
And DK will not stop fzzt-ing. DK will stand by me and support. DK will, undoubtedly be flirting with the microwave...
And this time you can watch.
And this time the conception will be recorded.
And this time I will welcome all you voyeurs (no... no, once again, not you, you're on the wrong site. Again.)
And there is Someone Who Really Should Stay Lost...
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