That’s right. You heard me. While you’ve been at work. Or playing with the kids. Maybe even when you’ve been sleeping. I’ve been sneaking behind your back, quietly working on my novel.
Oh, maybe not every night. But many nights. Some early mornings on the weekends too.
I’m only just telling you now because I have a quick three minutes before I’m doing it again. Thought it was about time I fessed up.
And you know what? I’ve been enjoying it.
It makes me feel young and virile. It makes me feel wanted and needed. It makes me feel like I’m driving a ’68 Jag XKE with the top down along some ocean highway at sunset, Wayfarers on, and the wind rippling through my thick, luscious hair.
You know what else? I’m not going to stop.
~Graham
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Today: (Wouldn’t you like to know…)
Total: 198 hours
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Ha – I’ve got hair most 40-somethings would be (and are…) jealous of.
Don’t have the car though. Yet.
~Graham
Vroom, vroom. Keep those motors runnin’, Graham!
More like putt, putt lately, but thanks — I’m doing what I can!
~Graham
Way to go, Graham – sounds like the passion has been re-ignited!
Keep having fun with it.
Thanks Joanne — passion is definitely there. Time, though, that’s the problem. I think about all the time I had back in Chaps days, and what did I do with it? (Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know… too much Nintendo and Seasame Street, methinks.)
lol – ah well, I scrape together what I can…
~Graham