I nearly threw up my chick peas at the thought of no meat for the whole day, but then I thought, no, hang on Michael, don’t throw it up. You need it inside of you. And that’s what I did, I didn’t throw it up. Am I brave? Words like hero do spring to mind
If you are out there, fellow talented strugglers, let’s discuss one’s hopes and fears, and even, maybe, solutions.
How can anyone want to put themselves through 400 pages of a hopeless world, with, as often happens, a hopeless outcome?
Sure, I wrote a book the other day, it’s been wroted. And now I sit here, clutching my cap(puccino), listening to a re(mix) of (Gary) Numan’s Mad World. Does that make me cool?
If I am on the sofa and tapping away, and my protagonist is clutching to the edge of that cliff with the villain flicking away a finger at a time, it really doesn’t help the scene if I am told, in that precise moment, that we need more cucumber.