Oh I lied, I lied. And I didn't come back did I?
But lying convincingly - isn't that what you do when you are a writer of fiction? Forcing your reader to suspend their disbelief for ten pages. Or an hour. Or a month. Making the world you hold in your head entirely real and moving and heartbreakingly, painfully crystal. I want to take you with me. And THAT is the muscle I am currently trying to work. I will be in touch to suspend your disbelief presently.
Wednesday, 24 July 2013
Wednesday, 10 July 2013
Foxy Loxy Is Back
Foxy Loxy is back. I've dragged her purring from the archives.
I got a little carried away for a while. There was an interlude across the Atlantic. An interruption actually. But I feel as if I have returned to myself right now. I feel AWAKE. And, validated as I am by the very typing of these brand new words, I'm thrilled to be commencing forthwith in relaying the latest trials and tribs.
By forthwith I of course mean tomorrow. I can hardly wait.
I got a little carried away for a while. There was an interlude across the Atlantic. An interruption actually. But I feel as if I have returned to myself right now. I feel AWAKE. And, validated as I am by the very typing of these brand new words, I'm thrilled to be commencing forthwith in relaying the latest trials and tribs.
By forthwith I of course mean tomorrow. I can hardly wait.
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