In the corner wearing my dunce-cap.


So today I sat myself down and gave myself a stern talking to.

“Cat,” I said. “I realise you think it’s holidays, but it’s not really. Not for the likes of you anyway. ” Then I carefully steered myself back to my computer, opened up my WiP and pointed at the abysmal word count. “See that?” I tapped the screen. “It just won’t do, I’m afraid. Now, either you pull your socks up, or I’m going to have to pull them up for you.” I paused to let the thought sink in. “And we don’t want that, now do we?”

No indeed, we do not.

1267 words have now been cranked out.

Now I think I’m going to go pick gooseberries and make jam.

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