One of the characters in my novel has just attempted suicide, and I'm like... hey! This wasn't in the original synopsis! It's all rather alarming and unexpected. Honestly, there were no suicides planned when I started writing, she just sort of fell to pieces and the next thing… Poor girl, she hasn’t had it very easy.
*
I’ve been having this weird dream at night, there’s some kind of apocalypse and the oxygen gets sucked out of the air. And I must start hyperventilating in my sleep because I wake up and I can’t breathe properly, and my fingers and lips have pins and needles.
*
My cluckiness has now been transferred to small fluffy creatures. Want Cat. Now. Sooooo cute! Preferably a tabby kitten. Or a British Blue…
*
Troilus and Cressida was fabulous, you should go, but find out a little bit about the play before hand – we got slightly lost.
*
The hair was an accident, honestly. I have trouble communicating with hairdressers. Or cheap barbers in Newtown. For those of you who haven’t seen me in person, I have a sort of fluffy mohawk… mostly people seem to like it, and the latest crush interest approves, so it’s all good.
*
I’m off to the gym where a personal trainer is going to bully me into finishing my new programme. I just want to go back to bed…
Posted by Fionnaigh at September 15, 2003 09:14 AM