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(Private) Journal Entry – Tuesday

Today is another one of those days. Plenty to do and to be done in a particular order. Already I am stumbling at the first hurdle –¬† writing. Must be a Tuesday. Tried installing writer duet to start on the script(s) but it wont install on my amazon tablet. I could expand on the story of the lockdown script (that’s it’s codeword it’s real name is something else and I appear nervous to even release it’s name – yet) but having just []

Journal Extract – I can’t write

March 1st 2020 I’ve lost the feeling that enables me to write. I let it get cold. Got distracted. Forgot that I have to spend every day at the keyboard to at least get the fingers working. Work doesn’t count. I meant writing. Actually creating. I am like a cat at times, easily distracted, too prone to jumping form one thing to the next. Remember you must focus. The only way you get good is to focus. Distractions shouldn’t become all consuming. []

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Originally from 30.04.15 – Sketches of an idea I have you know I am a very attractive man. Parhaps a little on the fugly side now but back in the day. Why are you looking at me like that? The gays love me. Its true. They’ve invited me on a number of occasions to join their club but I had to decline. Too much hugging…and Abba…I hate Abba. Besides with me there can only ever be one cock in the room -and []

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Overheard. Probably incorrectly. “She was fat and cheap and not in a good way. She wore Bozo the clown make up upon the grumpy face of a bi-polar flesh monkey.” “Like she had done her face in a series of increasingly more distorted carnie hall mirrors with a poundland Mr Man paint brush and a blunt sharpie for eyebrows whilst pissed on tennents and half a gram of wiz”. “Orange was her favourite colour judging by the colour of her skin”