This is a bit of my large piece of writing which I am currently embarking on. I shan't call it a novel because firstly, even if it did make sense and have characters and a plot - 50,000 words is not enough to be a novel anyway, it's a novella. The second reason being that I don't want the stress of having impending novelistship on my brain. I just write shite, and I'm happy with that for now. Here is how I decided to begin my writing:
You know that joke about a woman who dreams that she’s eating a marshmallow and when she wakes up she’s eaten half her pillow? I believe that this is the third-easiest way to become a piece of human taxidermy. The second-easiest is to work in a pub. Bear with me. Don’t bare with me, we don’t know each other well enough yet...
In terms of stuffing, over time your body is filled with bitter wadding; your head in particular crammed with knowledge, intuition and a general distain for the drinking (cl)asses. Skin becomes pickled through regular dousings of alcohol; pints spilled, drinks thrown, and Pepsi-gun fights. Congratulations, you might as well be a squirrel on a toff’s mantelpiece.
About Sophie
- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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awesome! look forward to more...neenoonano!
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