Never mind that stuff about April. Not true. November is the worst. It’s grey, it’s cold, and, for heaven’s sake, it actually snowed this week.
I’m supposed to be doing Nanowrimo and after a successful start it too went all to hell. I’m going to vaguebook this one (as they say) but it’s shitty and demoralizing and makes a girl doubt her faith in humanity.
All one can do is try to be good, swear as required, and have a martini when it gets really bad.
Perhaps December will be better. Or maybe 2020.
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