Ok, I’ll fess up. I don’t have a blog post for today, but , like all good 21st century movie stars caught in embarrassing situations, I have an excuse. Not that I’m a movie star, you understand, or even a fully paid up member of the 21st century really, but an excuse is an excuse, so here’s mine.
I’m up to my ears writing 4k words a day for two weeks to create a fast draft of a novel. So in lieu of my babbling on in this post, I’m going to give you something – five minutes of your life back. In fact, if you’re a slow reader, you can have ten minutes back. How’s that for a bargain?
In the time you’d normally spend reading my blog you can go off and do something. Make coffee. Plant a tree. Wash the dishes. Jump about in the garden. Discover the meaning of life. Discover the meaning for the existence of Snookie. Make a list of things that need to be discovered. Call Parachutes-r-us and book a lesson. Fiercely deny the existence of waffles. Scare the daylights out of the person next to you on the subway by talking to them. Marry the love of your life (though don’t blame me if you haven’t done any prior planning on that one).
Then when you’ve used up all your bonus minutes, come back and tell us what life you managed to squeeze out of your extra existence. We’re, um, living to know?