5 March Here is it, 5.30p and why have I not updated as of yet? Because I just plain forgot! I swear, I've been doing this for years on end, every single day, but today I have just been lying in bed like a lox, eating brownies, watching Heart and Tina Turner on VH1 Behind the Music and Ming Tsai on the Food Network, fucking around on eBay, reading and answering extremely old mailing list emails, surrounded by cats and vaguely considering bathing and it suddenly occurred to me that I had yet to write a word!
And I wouldn't go holding my breath, waiting for brilliance. Spending the weekend in bed just because I feel like it has not made the thoughts in my head dance with brilliance, I'm kind of at the "fire bad, tree pretty" stage of reasoning.
Okay, yesterday I got an email from Tim with the subject "Two giant breasts", that said:
" 'I dreamt about finding these two giant beasts in the driveway, one white, one black, that sometimes I thought were dogs and sometimes cats, that were sometimes about the size of a lion, but they could stretch to about seven feet in height...' At first I thought that was typical of a teenager, but then I realized that that could have been misread by about every straight man I know!
The above was also the catalyst that made me finally start reading his journal, I Just Wasn't Made to Get Up at This Time, as Tracing has been urging me to for like a year, and she was right, it's great! If I were that good a writer when I was his age, I wouldn't have been able to get my ego through the door, it would have been so big! Do yourself a favour and get hooked.
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