Well it’s happened again. On my way to bed last night and I get another attack of the bloody muse. So I’m standing in the study scribbling away on the whiteboard when I should be curled up in beddy-bo-bies dreaming about scantily clad women. It’s not fair!
And worse yet – it’s got bugger all to do with any of the things I need to get finished by the end of the year:
- The Standalone needs about another forty to fifty thousand words. Maybe less. Maybe more. But somewhere about there.
- I’ve got another eleven shorties to do for my twelve days of Christmas thing.
- Book 3 of the jolly adventures of DS Logan McRae has to be planned out in the next two and a half weeks, or it’ll be tatties over the side and a stiff kicking for me.
- At least two shorties need polished so they can go off somewhere in search of a home.
- What about some prep work for the crime writering workshop next Saturday?
- Oh yea, and the next Skeleton Bob story needs devised, written, illustrated and lettered before it can go out as a Christmas present pour les nephew.
What I DON’T need are more bloody short story ideas right now. I have plenty to be going on with, thank you very much! Come back in January when I might just have some breathing space.
I’m going to get a big bloody baseball bat. TWACK! Ha! How’d you like them little red wagons?