...Don't you sometimes yearn for them? I remember those long summer days when I had nothing better to do than to please myself. I always used to make big plans for the summer holidays - it always seemed like they would go on forever. The tragedy is, I never really made the most of them.
Now I'm in a panic. I feel time slipping, running away as fast as it can. It's very much a case of, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" If I'm not careful, I'll have that nasty queen acusing me of murdering the time. I know I've bitten off far more than I can chew (and as I lost another tiny piece of filling from an already dodgy tooth yesterday, I'm in a somewhat precarious position).
I want to make a difference and I need to get on with it... now!
You know, I read a couple of truly dreadful stories recently. They were published, sort of mini novels (novellas? long short stories?) The storylines were OK but the writing left a lot to be desired. Two dimensional characters spouting off clunky dialogue (just because it's in quotation marks, does not make it "show not tell.") Then there was the really clumsy plotting - an absolute disgrace and a real waste of an otherwise good idea. In one of them, the editing was atrocious - I lost count of all the sloppy typos and continuity errors. Someone is actually publishing these! I know I can do so much better - it's so depressing.
The time has come to stop procrastinating (before it becomes my middle name) and get on with it.
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