There, I said it. I want abs.
That may be the weirdest thing to come out of my mouth so far this year. I have never been that guy, never really even thought about it before. Although I am reminded of that strange episode in Year 8 when a girl in my class asked to see my six-pack. Continue reading
So yesterday I was sitting there in this swish doctors office with the lovely view – surely too lovely to be an appropriate venue for me to be stabbed with a needle twenty times in a row…sat there wondering, not for the first time in my life, how hard is it to stop scratching?
Writing is so hard when I don’t feel like it. When I’m in the mood, when I have something to say, I can write a whole novel without pausing for breath. When I’m stuck, it’s like pulling teeth. It’s like work. Fuck that. Still, I soldier on. It will all be worth it in the end. Continue reading