I don't often get bored, but now I am. I completed my dramatisation of The Tuggses of Ramsgate this morning and now I feel as if I have nothing to do. Apart from getting on with something else, check the paperwork, sort out my desk etc. Oh dear.
Actually, I am just verging on miserable. Perhaps I should go into the garden - or start painting in the hall? Maybe tomorrow will get some caulking and fill all the gaps between anaglypta and the skirting board. Or maybe I could read - there's a thought! Remember when I used to read?
Actually, what I really want to do is go on writing the novel, but as it is, generally speaking finished, that doesn't seem sensible, until I have some feedback.
Actually, I am just verging on miserable. Perhaps I should go into the garden - or start painting in the hall? Maybe tomorrow will get some caulking and fill all the gaps between anaglypta and the skirting board. Or maybe I could read - there's a thought! Remember when I used to read?
Actually, what I really want to do is go on writing the novel, but as it is, generally speaking finished, that doesn't seem sensible, until I have some feedback.
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