
One month today since I quit smoking. Hoorah.
One month today since I did any writing. Boo hoo.
But there is method to my lethargy...
You see, after a frenzied last few months, projects are waiting until the New Year to be re-written.
This is when I have promised to re-write that dreaded first episode of a pilot series (so hard to get just right) and get it out to people.
Until then, to keep my mind off smoking (and drinking) and to stop myself starting anything new... I have been on a marathon pickling session, culminating in dozens of jars of onions, red cabbage and eggs.
Not only are my fingernails stained red, I stink of vinegar, am sweating onion through the pores of my skin and now have a phobia about boiled eggs and eggy burps.
I'm a writer. Get me out of here.