dameboudicca: Blowing papers (Default)
Last night I finished my off spin short story to my short story. It doesn't sound good, does it? The expression, I mean - nothing wrong with the story. Now I could return to John and his crush on David (who is kind of occupied with his girlfriend and has no clue what so ever). But I can blame leaving the country on Monday as having an excuse not to write on that.

I enjoy writing, I do it all of the time, but sometimes even I can do with a break. A small break. A tiny break. That kind of break that needs a magnifying-glass to spot.

And my mp3-player died on me. Now it acts as if someone is constantly pushing on the buttons - so far it has changed back-ground colour, language (did it have to go for Spanish? I don't know any...), rearranging my folders, refusing to play anything at all, and turning off at any given moment. It annoys me. I need my player.

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