I just finished the first draft of the great Australian feminist young adult Elvis mangosteen monkey knife-fighting cricket fairy novel. Woo hoo!!!
Now all I have to do is rewrite it till it all makes sense. *rolls up sleeves* What larks!
And just to say: None of the points I made in the previous post refers to any writer who actually reads my blog. Okay? And, in fact, I’ve met very few writers who were so obnoxious I decided not to read them. Very very very few.
Remember the whole this-is-writ-ironical thing? I was just going for the laughs, folks.
I am a cross between Pollyanna and the monkey dude. I see, hear, smell, touch, and taste no evil. It’s all about the glad game. That’s just how we happy-go-lucky Sydney folks are.
Right now I’m really really really vastly hugely fully wholly glad that I finally found the end of my novel.
Jeeves? Some champagne, please!