Towel Monkey

Today I've scrawled over half of my novel AND hoovered the flat.

No tantrums so far thank goodness. The stories I read were definitely salvagable with some tweaks, polish and rearranging. Part of the reason I'm having an easier time is because the novel is now by someone that I cannot stand. And they have to clean up the mess that I've left behind.

The parts I've scrawled 'good' beside are all the sweeter now.

When my fingers ached from overuse of the red pen, I pushed the hoover around. My mind cycled through the notes and ideas in day dreams that also include Las Vegas and my new shocking pink suitcase.

After I clean the bathroom I'll attempt this.