Dear Diary

Dear Diary:
I think this story is crap.

Dear Diary:
Madame
Lash says it doesn't matter if the story is crap at this stage or not.
You have crap, you can fix it. You don't have crap, there's nothing to
fix. Write the pages!

Dear Diary:
How many cans of Pepsi Max equal one novella and a set of revisions on a full novel?

Dear Diary:
Why can't a GP in Australia remove three bits that need to be removed, all at once?

Dear Diary:
Yes, I made the appointment to go back and have the rest taken care of. Hmph.

Dear Diary:
My
arm hurts and I think I've created a monster because I always used to
have to write in complete silence, but then they started on the
renovations next door (I don't mind, really, I'm a great, tolerant,
understanding neighbour and it isn't even an issue that it's going to
take months and months and months before it's done).

I've
created a monster because in desperation I blasted music to drown out
the renovation noise, (and really, I don't mind it at all, honest) and
now I can't seem to write without music blasting.

Dear Diary:
How
many times can you play Eric Clapton in one day without other members
of the household feeling the need to leap out a window?

Dear Diary:
Do
you think I'm procrastinating? Because honestly, my arm hurts and I
really think this draft is crap today, and I have errands to run on the
way to work and how much point is there writing another page of crap
before I go?

Dear Author
Write the damn pages and stop whining. There's a reason you have a picture of me up above your computer.

Dear World:
I think Madame Lash has possessed my Diary.

Uh, I think I will get back to writing now.

Jennie

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