Heya kids.
It’s official: my brain has been squashed/shattered/shat on by that nasty little month called November.
Oh, what hideous month it has been. Amongst the nastiest of work as the festive season approaches, I took on that goddamn writing challenge – I set out on a mission to write 50,000 words in 30 days. I am proud to say I was successful – 50,033 words! It still hasn’t quite hit me what a whopping number of words that is, although I imagine the moment I am on holidays I will collapse on the ground screaming “I am fucking amazing”. The first draft of the novel isn’t complete yet; I plan on writing another 20,000 words or so and then the joyous process of editing/gutting/reworking shall begin. Can’t wait!
How are all the foodies out there? I must say I have been living on a diet of sausage rolls, cheese, cabanossi, Subway and chicken pad siew. Hhhhphf. Healthy eating is for new year’s resolutions, I say. Nahhh, the truth is, eating well sadly became a speck on the horizon in my priorities – my main plan for November was survive without losing my shit all over the work office; something I have achieved (although, my boyfriend would quickly point out the “shit losing” was saved for hometime with him. Poor bugger).
Anyhoo, now that I can breathe – almost – again, I just wanted to say hi. Say sorry for being a shit blogger. Oh, did I tell you I got personal business cards? I have so far handed them out to five people – my boyfriend, my roommate, my workmate and two work experience kids. Ha! Clearly worth the purchase. I love them so much, though. Maybe I’ll start paying people to take them …
Ciao peeps xxx
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