Otherwise … aargh! Crazy busy, with a hell commute to the 9-5 I have taken on for the last couple of months – optimistic as ever, I’d thought it might be a three, three and a half hour drive a day max, but nooo! I’ve hit gold and it’s edging towards four.
Why drive, you say? Ask any Melburnian about our public transport system ;-) (Don’t get indignant and start yelling fellow Melbs, you know what I mean.)
So I’m gathering forces and squeezing in writing when I can, as in, not zombied between crazy work and crazy mad traffic, which is a situation I truly hate. I want to get back properly to writing, dammit!
In the meantime, watching the fabulous Penny Dreadful and loving it. For those who watch it, here’s a quiz: who would you rather be, Vanessa or Dorian?
I think Dorian. All the actors in that wonderful show are brilliant, but Dorian is a bad bad boy Victorian rock star. I’d happily be him for a day or two … or decade or many.
Speaking of which, I’m listening to lots of Iggy P and classic late 70’s and early 80’s stuff, writing about a rock star with a love life as complex as … hell, what can I say. I fall for my characters but do have fun torturing them with the angst and drama ;-)
Just because, I thought I’d throw in a photo of the dogs of the house. I think I may have put this up on my Twitter feed before, but we're lazy photo takers here and they’re adorable and a great start to this Thursday morning (6.30 am here, bloody hell).
Ciao my lovelies, I’m running late to start my hell commute!