Holy Sweet Jeebus, what the hell just happened over the past two weeks? Who was that masked man? The one who swooped in, picked up my quiet little writing life and slung it over his broad shoulders (but not too broad though, and they have that nice definition of muscle that catches all the droplets of water in the shower and directs them down over his hairless, heaving chest and onto the greatness that lies below….) Sorry, drifted off a little there in between my brackets. (more…)
The many words I’ve written on many pages are going off to be sent off and scrutinised, discarded, red-carded, rearranged and tut-tutted. Or as commonly known, edited. I am going full adult. Hiring professionals. Getting invoiced. Peeps, I’ve been given a DEADLINE. I’ve adulted myself right in the kahunas.