I would like to whinge about writing.
I really want to write, but I don't actually want to write.
I intended to write this evening. Instead I:
1. Tried to do some DIY. Failed miserably.
2. Rang my dad to try and persuade him to come round and rectify DIY diaster. He refused, primarily because he lives 200 miles away.
3. Rang best boy-who-is-a-friend, asked the same. He refused, primarily because he says I am a twat.
4. Re-arranged shoes.
5. Went for a run.
6. Played 8 rounds of Candy Crush (it's like crack cocaine)
7. Watched a documentary on serial killers.
8. Had a bath.
I am now going to bed. Without having written ANYTHING.
Why don't I want to write? I have deadlines and things. I need to get cracking.
ARRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh