I'll still be trying to flog a book that'll never be as good as this one :(And will have sunk into a deep well of despair, gin and hopelessness. Oh yes, and everyone I love will have left me because writing is a very lonely, anti-social occupation. Meanwhile in Surrey, Mr Lanchester will be swimming in his champagne-filled pool and sexing pretty ladies.
See, I can't even stick to word limits.
(See, I can't even stick to word limits.
Yo 'Ho of Charlie mass-market saucetrepreneur,
Fri 16 Mar 2012, 16:12,
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