platitude

Just kidding. I have exciting news! I have written half a page of my first novel (before you scoff, it was an entire PAGE handwritten) which is currently all the prologue I've got in me, and I'm now taking a well-deserved break. In a few moments I'll go downstairs and hunt around the kitchen for scraps until my mother is thoroughly annoyed and possibly whacks me with a wooden spoon. I feel like chicken. I wonder if we have chicken. Okay, I really want to get this novel out. So many things seem to be tied up with it. Me not having to have a job for the rest of my life besides this, and possibly more or possibly less importantly, me being ab

I finished Princess Bride! (The book) I can't believe I fell for that morgenstern spiel. Sir, you fooled me almost completely. I actually had to google the book to make sure my doubts were justified. On the other hand, I absolutely adored this book and it probably is one of my favourites already. Action, adventure, romance, evil princes, beautiful princesses, lost orphan boys who become pirate kings - WHAT AN AWESOME BOOK. I'm horribly sad I saw the movie first - and then again, I'm not, because it's an awesome movie in the exact line of the novel, so what was I missing, really? Hurry up with the sequel, monsieur goldman! It looks so promi

So, I swallowed my pride and apologised. Needless to say, so incredibly hard to do - I'm pretty sure I resent having been the one to do it, but it's done now. It's at times like these when I'm so happy for the internet. Thank God nothing happened over the phone or in person, because things would probably have ended messily. I'm so relieved that I could have a day or two to cool down so that I wouldn't completely explode, and if that sounds corny to you, you've obviously never been in a REALLY ugly fight. I feel very resentful, but less so than before, so I guess that's something, right? I'm also seriously thirsty, but Dad's having a meeting