My life, these days, seems to consist of abandoning the marital home at the first opportunity and heading to my former abode - populated by my folks. Here, in this haven of clear air and tidy serenity I compose myself and continue to gather my thoughts.
I love my wife Diz, but her slobbish ways are seriously fucking my off! I can't stand living in her house, that place is like a fucking skip with a roof over it - Jesus!
Also think I'm going off sex - at least with the wife anyway. Not, you understand, that I'm getting it anywhere else. Just can't be bothered with it. I've been with Diz for 8 years this June and have to wonder if my spark is waning. . .
Anyway. My novel is finished in roughcut form at least. Now it must be editied for content, continuity, and stylistic consideration. After that I have to try and sell the bastard to a publishing house, while I consider how to write the sequel.
Things are seemingly on the up. I am reapproaching motivated (creatively at least).
I love my wife Diz, but her slobbish ways are seriously fucking my off! I can't stand living in her house, that place is like a fucking skip with a roof over it - Jesus!
Also think I'm going off sex - at least with the wife anyway. Not, you understand, that I'm getting it anywhere else. Just can't be bothered with it. I've been with Diz for 8 years this June and have to wonder if my spark is waning. . .
Anyway. My novel is finished in roughcut form at least. Now it must be editied for content, continuity, and stylistic consideration. After that I have to try and sell the bastard to a publishing house, while I consider how to write the sequel.
Things are seemingly on the up. I am reapproaching motivated (creatively at least).