|I'm not saying it's dull... but it's dinner.|
No. Big Mother is not watching while I dig into the main course of my writing.
Surely, there's no reason why I can’t slurp on over to the tastiest morsels: the test, trials and the unfolding of Lucas?
What’s stopping me from pushing aside the smooth set up?
I want pudding and the cherry on the top.
I've got too many responsibilities and far too many distractions at the moment. If I was writing the juicy, cram it all in sections, I don’t think I’d notice anything but the expanding word count.
I can’t wait to finish and be able to sit back, print a feast of paper, and relish the finalised first draft.
Some one tell me to leave off gnawing on the bones and go and indulge ;)