What the postman brought ME today
When I opened the door my psychic postman said "Just a book for you" ohh! How did he know? Let's ignore the massive "WATERSTONES" printed on the cardboard, because i think it's rather appropriate that my psychic postman brought me such a bizarre book.
Very excited to be in possession of my own copy! I may have indulged a little and bought a brand-spanking-new one rather than a dog-eared and pencilled three-penny-amazon copy...spare me, i'm pretencious.
My NaNoWriMo, incidentally, is by no means the 1600-word-a-day word feast that NaNo demands but at least i'm, putting all my spare time into that (and the radio show...and band-project 'Paris and the Hiltons'). But I'm not deciduous; I'll be up and about all winter making a mess and getting musical notes in my hair and ink on my teeth.
Point being, I don't think anyone actually reads this blog but you should, because then i can advertise RaW student radio. RAW STUDENT RADIO! please! You know how you write into the big stations like BBC anything and Heart etc, and you're like NEVER read out? Well on RAW you're going to be one of like 14 listeners and everything you write in will be read, and everything you request will be played. Plus, it gets all the presenters all excited if they know they're not broadcasting live air to out into dead air. TUNE>IN mmkay?
And look for Paris and the Hiltons on Last.fm, Phil Jourdan has a sound, and it'ssss huussskkyyyy....
I know...I know...go do some work Zoe...or at least read your nice new big book...