Literary Ambition

I am going to write a novel this November.

My colleague put me onto it, here. We're going to use the young persons' version at work as a template to try and trick kids into writing. Wuhahaha, we are pure evil.

Basically the aim is to write 50,000 words by midnight on the 30th of November. The idea is that deadlines encourage you to do things and that the teeny time frame allows you to abandon your inner editor and just get it done. S'a good theory, and I am sold.

Wish me luck...

Autumn Has Happened...

...I painted a picture of it.

Quoth the raven, "nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting...

I was watching this raven footering about on the roof whilst I was waiting for the bus, and thought I might take a photo.

Then I did take a photo.

What a day.

(This is the photo.)

Banksy Eat Your Heart Out.

Ahahahaha.

Somebody has made a graffiti happen on a parking meter across the road from my flat.

Captain Tact says Nigel Rees should be alerted.

I don't know who that is.



Hahaha. Penis.

Breaking the Fast

Is there anything worse at 7.30 in the morning than getting your shop brand wheat biscuits as far as the bowl before discovering that there is no milk? Even though you had a conversation with your partner yesterday morning which resulted in them volunteering to definitely buy some more milk?

Admittedly everything is absolutely terrible at that time in the morning, but this is up there with the phantom banana snatcher. Now I finally see where emos are coming from.

Commuting

All evidence gathered by me in my capacity as serious investigatory journalist and commuter over the last several months point to one conclusion.

Certain Edinburgh buses (which shall remain nameless – although a main offender may have a route number that ironically rhymes with ‘late’) are allergic to water. By which I mean that when it looks like it could rain of a morning, they pretty much just don’t turn up.

This mightn't be so bad if my shoes were in any way waterproof. But they aren't, and neither is my head. The longest I have had to wait in the rain, in the times before I got a bus pass and still had to rely on having exact change, was 45 minutes. During that period, 5 buses were timetabled to go by.

What I want to know is, how has this defect not been picked up on by whoever supplies the vehicles? It's a pretty serious problem when whole buses are being melted away by mere H20. This is Edinburgh, for jimminy cry-eye. There's always the chance it might rain, any second, even though the sky is clear and blue without a cloud in sight.

Someone other than me is at fault here. I must find a scapegoat and pen them a stiff note. Or write something mean about them on facebook.

A haaandbaaaaaag?

Photo for a 'handbag study' undertaken by a friend researching design solutions that will integrate easily into your life. Mayhap this will give you insight into my psyche...