Ok. So six months into my ‘definitive’ year. And absolutely no progress on the novel. I am going through something of a re-adolescence though — bought a Wii, a camera, a guitar and a language course. It’s like being 15 again. But with less Thatcher. And no growing pains. Although the ends of the fingers are tender from many years of ignoring punk rock.
I am listening to Introductory French as I type, so apologies in advance if I suddenly get republican on your ass. Or derriere, should that be. Be that should. That. It. should be. Be. It should.
Maybe Yoda should have been French. Then he could have been Freoda. Or Yench. And on that bombshell. A bientot.
