Mondays should not begin with Stephen the gardener arriving all bright eyed and bushy tailed before breakfast so that I felt really bad about getting up late.
Mondays should not include the computer refusing to do what I wanted it to do and hiding my work in places where I can't find it.
They should not include getting stuck with a story and not being able to find out what I need to know to make it work.
And they certainly shouldn't begin with a list so long I didn't know where to start.
They should not involve the doorbell ringing and making me jump out of my skin, only to find a stranger on the doorstep trying to sell me broadband.
They shoud not involve Tom Daley and his team-mate narrowly missing out on a medal for diving.
Never mind, at least this one included chocolate.
And now it's quarter past midnight.
Tuesday.
2 comments:
CHOCOLATE!!!! I love you ( meaning choclate/you in a friend/careing way)
Hmm, Margaret! The queen of stories ( ooh, I like that, should be your mistmantle name)
Hmm, i wounder what my mistmantle tital would be?
Awsomeness! What book you doing, tell me about it :D
I went fishin, it was epic, i cought some too
If you need help with story stuff ( as in your stories) just ask. Just give me a discripton ok :D
I think that i've finaly have found my place in the world of writing.
Their is this black labador retreaver that is named Roudy that is just a puppy. We are throwing the ball to him in the water in the ocean. He is a powerful swimmer and he is so swet. He is my dad's brother's dog. Yes, i'm in Connecticut :D
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