We all have them, those irritating days that just aren’t ending. I’m stuck on a story I’m trying to write for a pub, watching the deadline looming. I’m looking at the first story I wrote for it, but decided it was a bit hardcore for their readers. Thing is? I really like it.

Looking at the lighter story I wrote, which is good for different reasons, but it’s hard to get it up for a tropey romance story. But then, that’s what sells, isn’t it? I’m so sucky with romance. I mean, I can write things that are romantic, in a dark way, but romance itself? That’s hard for me.

That combined with this new tax debt I’ve just become aware of is just weighing me down. Giving me the sort of rage only Rage Against the Machine can assuage.

Talk nerdy to me