Dear Friends, Family & Well Wishers,
Can we please all collectively understand that I don’t have a magic, cute elf like in the Elves and the Shoemaker (I even added a link for those who want some proof, and there’s my academia coming out, the last hard thump for any failing creative writer, resorting to mundane academic concepts) that comes and sits near my laptop every night waiting for me to awake and see this amazing piece of literature that makes me go “eat your heart out Charles Dickens”, flashing on my screen every morning?
Even penning this useless excerpt has been tormentingly torturous – see I am so tired I’m getting all tautological on you guys, I’m starting to repeat myself just to fill in blank space. Dammit, I did it again.
This is me signing off with a sigh (in case you need a picture to feel any sort of sympathy) …