sheldrake

Why is it half past four?

Why have I spent all afternoon reading the worst fic I could find anywhere on the whole of the Internet?

Why do I think I can write 50,000 words in a month when it's taken me nearly that to write two and a half thousand, mainly about two people sitting on a sofa?

Why does my story for that two lines challenge thingy read like a nine year old's homework?

And not even their English homework?

Why have I not done any of the things on my list of things to do?

Mmm, Kettle Chips. I love the way you can't stop eating them and eating them until your mouth hurts and you feel ill. I must learn how to make them in my own kettle.

I'm bored.

I need a new computer, what sort shall I get?

I daren't open Word, that story's probably still there.