As a writer you spend most of your time waiting. I hate it. Over the last week I have spent time preparing stuff and waiting for even an acknowledgement and nothing come. I've sent out invitations too and only one reply. I reply promptly to everything I get. Is it rude, callous or do others not care how you feel.
I don't like this blog very much because all I do is complain.
I have written a whole short play today, so I am feeling good with my creative juices. It's a jolly jap about a woman who decide to stand for parliament, because she reckons she must have a chance, because all politicians are viewed as corrupt.
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