A Series of Unrelated Thoughts.
I keep writing in the style of the last person I have read, and this annoys me.
This month I am finding it easier than ever to just sit down and write and write and write (although as usual I am behind)
I keep fantasising that I tell you to shut up (and stop worrying) and then kiss you (briefly). I feel you may be offended by the ‘shut up’.
It is that time of year when you feel that really, you should have the heating off (but as a result it’s bloody freezing everywhere).