Monthly Archives: September 2009

My questions for writers

Are you a writer? I have some questions for you. Please answer them. In return for your time and kindness, one day I will track you down and take you out for mojitos. We’ll drink and gossip like old school friends. By the end of the night I’ll know all your secrets, and you’ll know that I can’t hold my liquor. We’ll laugh and laugh and laugh.

1. Where do you write best?

2. When do you write best? (I.e. any particular time of day/day of week?)

3. What are your must-have-with-you-at-all-times-when-writing items (if any)?

4. How do you write? E.g. do you edit as you go along, do you brain dump and edit later, etc.

5. How do you make the editor in your head shut the puck up?

6. How do you snap out of procrastination mode?

7. How much do you write in a week?

Thanks! *bats eyelashes*

Mullet

I told you I used to have one.

The Mullet of Awesome

Check out how awesome I thought I was. Just leaps right out atcha, don’t it? Look, it was the eighties. We all did some things we regret.

And just to make myself feel marginally better and prove that I wasn’t always such an unfortunate-looking child…

Ice-cream face

Phew. Ice-cream face. Nowadays I pretty much look the same as this, except I have dark hair and my clothes aren’t as cool. I’m a little taller.

We live in dangerous times

NARCISSISTER: My housemate’s ex-husband doesn’t know she has a new boyfriend.

ME: Oh?

MUM: Why?

NARCISSISTER: Not sure. But she said if the ex ever comes around when the boyfriend is there, she wants me to pretend he’s my boyfriend. Which is ridiculous.

ME: Er… yeah. Don’t do that.

MUM: No! No, do NOT do that. That’s how people get shot.

ME: *blink*

NARCISSISTER: *blink*

ME: *blink blink*

NARCISSISTER: What?

MUM: Well, you just don’t know… he could be dangerous.

ME: *shoves fist in mouth*

NARCISSISTER: *tears of hilarity form in corners of eyes*

ME: *silently shaking with mirth*

NARCISSISTER: *falls off chair onto floor*

MUM: Oh yes, very funny.