You know what? I've done over 16,000 words now but I'm missing getting a response from you lot. Writing is a lonely business when you're just writing for yourself. I like to communicate. Oh, how I miss work and its cut and thrust. How I wish I were there now, stressed up to the eyeballs, listening to bullshit.
So I'm going to serialise my life story on here. Right from the very beginning. I hope you'll have the patience to see it through and not desert me as the going gets tough. When I've finished I'll probably self-publish it, something to show the nurse in the old people's home. She or he will say, 'Geoff. At least nobody can say you didn't live a life. Of sorts. No, really, it's very interesting. Honest, it is.'
Layering up
16 hours ago
Sounds like a good plan. Just remember "Contains Mild Beryl" though. You might be better breaking the whole thing down into Tweets.
ReplyDeleteWe're right with you, Geoff, even if we don't manifest ourselves all the time. You can think of us hovering over your shoulder as you type. Please don't think of us as mere dandruff.
ReplyDeleteAs long as you don't mention the unfortunate episode with June Whitfield and the brass-effect curtain rod.
ReplyDeleteRog - I learnt my lesson there. Never promise something you can't deliver. I'm on a roll!
ReplyDeleteChristopher - There's not much room in this kitchen. Mind the ironing board, I fell over it last week!
Tim - June swore me to secrecy.
I shall not desert you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vicus. Kitchener wanted men like us.
ReplyDeleteI have an OCD-like obsession with sharpening pencils if that could be of assistance to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm strictly ballpoint.
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