Well, seeing as the rest of this evening has gone the way of the dodo, I may as well procrastinate a little more and write something in here.
I had great plans for tonight. GREAT plans, I’m telling you. I have a manuscript to proofread that has to be back on Friday, I have a short story to tidy up and I have a synopsis to spruce up. I have a million and one things to do and the whole darned thing was derailed with a phone call.
Then another one, connected to the first.
Then a third, connected to the first two.
And then, just when you thought it was safe to put the phone down, a fourth, neatly tying all the others up.
These phone calls were all LRP related and it all got a bit increasingly silly. I love my hobby, really I do, but there are times when the whole soap opera drama element of it leaves me wondering why I bother. (Then Kayleigh rings and everything is marvellous again).
Once that was all cleared up, I though ‘great! Now I can get on with all the above!‘ Only then a friend of ours decided to randomly turn up on the doorstep. I sat down with the manuscript at 6.15pm. I’m only now getting round to doing it at 9.30pm. Seriously, Whisky, Tango, Foxtrot?
Aside: The Powerpuff Girls appears to be on. I think I most closely relate to Buttercup. She’s the tough talkin’ one who’s a bit squishy at heart. Hence… the picture.
So yeah, this evening’s gone completely to pot, but all is not lost! I can get a LOT done in two hours.
But first… to set the laptop aside and NOT fall to the lure of those dratted Facebook apps…