Sitting the the Uni of Manchester library. Red, nasty, but super comfortable bean bags have been removed. Sitting on Ikea couch. Not comfortable. using adapter in public, being made fun of. Don't judge me, Manchester.
Not sure how to fix short story. My character needs closure, I think. Not sure how. I think she's alright, succeeding at a stand up gig. But I need more. Fiction is hard.
Journals need to be done. How do you be creative and analytical at the same time, without sounding hokey? Have to publish to the Centre for New Writing blog as well. Never blogged so much in my life. Better than having a Twitter. Don't tweet me.
Butt hurts from yesterday's hike. Buns of steel. Throat feels a lot better, still a bit of an ache though. Hello, salt water gargle.
Dublin tomorrow. Hope it's not too cold. Erin go braugh.
16 days till Trever.
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