Okay, it’s time for some self love.
Hey, stop giggling at the back there, Dufus!
We few, we happy few, have been working hard. We’re almost there, and we deserve a reward! A treat! Specifically, we all need one of these:
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Nicky and Mike over at We Work For Cheese are running a writing challenge during February. All profits (plus mine for the month) will go to Nicky & Mike’s nominated charity. They’ve not decided on a charity yet, but it will not be cheese related. But only because they can’t find one.
Nicky will be after you with her cattle prod if you don’t buy one.
So, get clicking and start customising.
Max deposits the tray of coffee, sandwiches and cookies on the table.
I figure you need a break, matey.
I sigh – heavily - and drop my pencil onto the leather-topped table. Max is right; I’ve been working very hard this month, and dammit - Yes. Please. - I do deserve a break. We both do. My handwriting, normally smooth and elegant, has reduced to a scrawl under the blowtorch of sleeplessness, and Max’s is no better. Especially the stuff in crayon. That said, he’s completed ten times the amount of design and repair work that I have, just with less sleep and ten times the caffeine.
You know, says my friend, taking his seat and distributing goodies from the tray, it strikes me that most of your readers think that you’re writing fiction.
I frown. Do you think? It’s not something I had considered before. It’s just a diary at the end of the day.
Max nibbles on a chicken salad roll. Yeah. If you read their comments closely, it’s like they’re congratulating you on some great feat of imagination.
Do I give that impression? Max considers this as he pours the coffee and shovels cane sugar into both, forming two sweet emulsions.
Well, not that I’d noticed. But then, I’m usually there, and I know they’re for real.
I nod sagely, and seek insight in a quadruple-chocolate cookie.
Did you mention this to Bear, King, Abbey and the badgers?
Max shakes his head. Not really. It must be weird to have one’s existence called into question.
I spray coffee. They think the lads are fictional too? This is too much. Max shrugs, wiping coffee from his face.
Could be. It’s hard to tell. He examines a cookie minutely, abstractly. They enjoy your writing, but I think they might just be playing along with the “joke”.
We sit in silence for a moment. Madness. This is very unsettling news to me.
Well yes, he scratches his head, it's a crazy thought. Our lives are one great colourful adventure! So why...?
I nod, finishing his thought.
Why would I waste time and effort just making stuff up?
We ponder this, and find solace in coffee, sandwiches and sugary treats.
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