My temperament has been all over the place, my appetite has increased tenfold and I really wasn’t sure I’d manage but…
I am now one whole month completely nicotine free, after 21 years of relying on it.
Fist bump?
I have now cut nicotine out of my life completely - it’s only been 5 days and I’m only losing my sanity a little bit.
Anyone wanna give me a crisp high five?
Isn’t it funny, you always think your family and closest friends will be the biggest supporters of your creative works, but no…
It actually ends up being a load of fucking awesome strangers on the internet.
Why is it seemingly so difficult to maintain friendships in your 30’s?
Messages go unanswered, plans never come to fruition and it’s apparently impossible to make new friends.
I feel like I’m utterly failing at life sometimes.
I’d like to announce that after 8 years of saving, cutting out many of life’s little pleasures, cancelling my Netflix subscription and working overtime for months on end, I will be continuing to rent the same place at an even higher price than before, as of next month.
Do you write specifically to send a message/teach a lesson to your readers or do you write to simply entertain and allow your readers to just escape reality for a while?
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I have written for two consecutive days, which is unheard of for me.
A further 954 words written. Potentially just as crap as the words I wrote yesterday...
But I consider this a small win.
Someone who has made my time at work uncomfortable for years and, at times, seriously awful, has announced they’re leaving this week.
And I couldn’t be happier about the news.
Once again, having my veins complimented by the nurse taking my blood will forever be one of the weirdest but strangely flattering compliments to receive.
Temporary restrictions aside, if Twitter ends up truly failing, shall we all just arrange to have bi-monthly gatherings with cake, coffee and generally great chit chat?
I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept and all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.
U.K. writers, shall we organise a huge "writers retreat" that involves plenty of good company, coffee, cake and red wine, and likely very little writing?
Cool.
I’m ashamed to say I haven’t written anything in a couple of weeks and have been unable to tweet accordingly without feeling like an absolute fraud.
I need to dig myself out if this rut but first… coffee. And cake, maybe some cake, too.
Do you ever read back through your writing and think, "holy shit, I’m a genius"?
For me, it may be misguided or unfounded but it’s a damn good feeling!
Felt reasonably okay about myself when I left the house this morning…
I’ve just had my passport photo taken and discovered that I actually look like the creature parents warn their children about in fairytales.
I was so tired this morning, I stupidly said "solar opposites" instead of "polar opposites" to someone on the phone at work and I’ve not been able to stop thinking about it all day.
I hate myself for it.
Fellow writers and twitterers, I have successfully written 600 words today and started plotting for yet another story. D’oh.
High fives all around, yes?
Earlier today I found a piece of writing that I started a couple of years ago which I had completely forgotten about.
And I have to say, I think it’s pretty damn good.
Am I allowed to say that?
I was just driving, minding my own business, happily listening to my Smallville podcast, when I felt someone stroke the back of my neck.
There was no one else in the car and I am now terrified.
How the hell did I go from writing a couple of thousand words one day, to suddenly having the inability to even string a coherent sentence together the next?
Writing, pffft.
I’ve had quite a rough week this week and a terrible night of sleep last night.
So, I decided to book today off work and I’m going to take myself out for breakfast somewhere to make myself feel better.
I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with brilliant ideas for my book 4 times in the last 10 days, adamant that I didn’t need to make a note and would remember them in the morning
Alas, I have forgotten each one and I’m so annoyed at myself for thinking I’m better than I am.
To the couple who were getting aggressive at the member of staff at Tesco because there are no more Easter eggs: it’s not their fault you left it until the day before Easter to buy some, you absolute dipshits.
Everyone in the office has spent the day telling me I should wear brighter colours than blue, black, grey and white.
This will apparently be a "remodelling of Ben" and will help me if I want to "get a lady"…
Had chest pains. Genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. NHS111 sent an ambulance without letting me know. Now I’m at the hospital.
Great stuff. Going to be a long night ✌🏻
The ONE day I go to bed early, completely out of character for me, and I miss the Aurora Borealis.
Somehow, this feels like a punishment for something.
This is not the weather to be working in.
This is the weather to be curled up on the sofa with a book in one hand and a delicious coffee in the other. All day.