Putting in the Legwork June 11, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 14 commentsExcellent. Really excellent. ‘I shall immerse myself in my novel this weekend. All weekend. I will connect with it, I will really do it,’ I told myself on Friday. Words written? Erm…
But. I did yoga for the first time in over a year. I had an idea that I would wake up all lithe-limbed and mellow. In actual fact, I woke up this morning to discover that every muscle in my body has contracted to approximately a centimetre in length and I’m crippling about like a crone.
I thought a lot about my novel. Mainly, I was thinking that I don’t want to write it at the moment. I want to write some magazine articles. Yes, magazine articles are exactly what I should be doing. The only drawback is that I don’t seem to have any ideas in my head. What do I have to write about? I’m the boringest person in the whole bloomin universe. Maybe I could become a West End star or something? A spaceman perhaps? Then I’d have something to write about.
My life would be different if I had long legs. I could stride about, looking ever-so-confident. Long legs, yes, that’s it! That’s all I need to become a successful writer.
Oh dear. I am crappily doomed and all because I have the wrong legs. Life is so unfair.
