Dare to be complicated – be the child’s robot that sings sweet Child O’Mine. – from notes in my phone.
‘How d’you find time to write?’ has to be one of the most common responses to any writer announcing they are starting another novel, as though they’ve found some secret stash of time under the stairs in that strange old chest that glows after midnight. It’s not a football match, there’s always time, although you may not necessarily be around to see it. Life is simply how you choose to spend our time. Cooks like to literally chop stuff up while crime writers enjoy chopping stuff up literally. Besides, having time to write doesn’t automatically mean you’ll do any. In fact, give someone unlimited time and they’ll achieve nothing, beyond the ability to mumble mañana beneath their breath. As we know, nothing fuels invention like necessity.
Writing is like grabbing…
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I’m heading to the post you reblogged. I just want to say – Hello! I hope you are well, and as beautiful as ever! – Resa xo
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Hi! I’m fine, thank you! How are you doing? You’re still rocking with the band downstairs? Of course you are, why wouldn’t you be? 😁
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Lol! They are playing tonight! 😀
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Cool! See? I had a feeling 😉
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Feelings are good! xo
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Buon weekend ❤
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A cool post. Your friend has a devastating sense of humour.
Merci
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He does, et c’était avec plaisir 😉
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Il me fais penser parfois à Jerome K. Jerome. 🙂
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