I'm sorry to inform all my lovely followers and readers that I will not be posting daily for a while.
I am about to begin a masterclass at our state writers' centre which runs for six months. It is the Express Year of the Novel course, and the aim is to take your novel and either complete it or get you on the path to completion. Now, as I do not have a novel (don't worry, I checked, and this is okay so long as the idea(s) are there), this means I will have to write my rather rubenesque arse off to try and produce something credible. Which is why I will be tearing my hair out, sobbing in a corner all alone, and screaming at myself in anger over the next few weeks prior to the course commencing, and then deteriorating even further as the pressure gets to me.
So forgive me if my blogging is sporadic, I will come in and update, vent, and beg for help at various times I am sure. Just not making any promises about frequency, lol.
And yes, I'll probably be looking like this a lot.
P.S. I have an honours degree in procratination so this course may well have the opposite effect, and you'll end up with a deluge of posts.
