Today has been pure bollocks. I have produced a single, solitary decent line of text. Here it is:
…lying there with a bullet in his shoulder, for all the world like the crane wife.
Clearly today is not my day. Tomorrow might be better but that’s uncertain as the distractions distracting me today will probably be distracting me tomorrow too. Anyway, I’ve had enough tearing my hair out in front of the computer. I’m off. Disco, anyone?
So… how goes things…?
Hi JC! Your email made me laugh. I’m finding stuff rather less distracting now.