Sometimes you read something and it beggars belief anyone has to be told such a thing, case in point.
This week I treat myself to a new pooper scooper for cat litter tray duties (the glamour of my life surprises myself at times).
On the attached label it read 'Not suitable for dishwasher'
Who the hell puts a shite scooper in a dishwasher? The dirty, filthy bastardos!
I've been very busy on the old writing front.
'So why is your blog so willfully negelcted?' I hear you cry.
I have no defence m'Lud.
The reason for this hive of activity. Well we are in the swing now for writing the second series of Recorded For Training Purposes. We've (the new writers...erm what is the collective for a group of new writers) have also been pointed in the direction of two other possible outlets.
i am determined to give it my all!
But, I have found this comedy writing lark plays havoc with your bodyclock. My mind is wired to kick into action as my head hits the pillow at night, with no respect to how tired I may be. I've found it is pointless trying to override it or making promises to get straight to work on it in the morning. The idea demands attention now. it is like an ill brought up toddler.
So for many nights I have given in, gotten up at all hours, made a cuppa and scribbled on a pad in nighttime scrawl.
Now I am bringing the laptop to bed with me!
I'm extremely nervous and excited by the whole writing process. And I promise not to forget my blog, if only to make you suffer the journey with me!
Discalimer: I do not look as serene as that picture above
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