…and my brilliant plan was to write a blog post every day for a month. So when the year ends, the first thing I do isn’t promise myself that, yes, I absolutely will blog more this year. (Also I failed at Nanowrimo, so to cheer myself up I can fail at this too.)
And, I can’t remember who said it, but on my Twitter feed a wise person said something like “it’s very freeing to write a blog these days, nobody reads em so you can write anything you like.” YES. That is helpful, then I can stop obsessing whether this has any value or entertainment or that sort of thing.
It’s the first of December, so it is now acceptable to do CHRISTMASSY THINGS. It has got off to a splendid start: I’ve got a rather nasty cut on one of my fingers for I was attacked by the bottle a mulled wine. Maybe it did not want to be drunk. But it is being drinked. And my finger hurts. And typing isn’t helping it…so, as I said, a BRILLIANT plan.
I suspect there’s going to be a lot of listicles ahead. I like listicles.
Lizbeth Myles 