You know you’re *really* a writer when you’re dreading the thought of going out on a Saturday night, with a group of perfectly nice people, to eat some perfectly appealing food. And maybe to finish the night with some dancing.
*Normal* people would be more than happy to while away a winter’s night in this way.
But I don’t wanna. I wanna stay home, with my computer, with an almost-drafted story (which could very well grow up and become a *real* story today, if only I wasn’t forced to go out and have a nice time.)
Will go and read the wise wise words of the smarter, generally less whingey, part of my brain: