What a fab day for going to the park
Current mood: hot, tired, thinking about the story
Category: hot, tired, thinking about the story Writing and Poetry

This morning I opened a file that has been niggling at me for some days now. I've been ignoring it on the grounds that it's a kiwi story and it needs much work.
So I opened it. (I am after all a sucker for punishment, God knows I wouldn't be in this fucked up business if I weren't)
I started reading. The verdict came within minutes. The story has definite potential, it needs work. I need to develop Amy more, and have some more fun with her Nana. And then there is the hobbit. (not a real hobbit you understand) He needs tweaking (possibly he is tweaking, seems the type, won't be long before most of him is spread about King Street).
But anyway, none of that really matters at this point. The thing that does matter is, well, that it's a good story that just needs some polish. (Cos I tossed it into a folder labeled "The Gnominator" as soon as I spat the fucn words out in Nov 2007 and went back to my first loves - Killerbyte, Terrorbyte, Exacabyte, and Ethernet and did not a fucn thing with it... I should be slapped for leaving this little gem sitting festering by itself.)

I'll be coming up with a more fitting title, maybe going back to the original working title, How you gonna see me now?
Although a few more title options reared today.
I'll be keeping them to my little self for now, needless to say they're fabulous.

Currently the special child is sobbing in her room. It's way way past her bedtime and she is performing because I am listening to music as I write. Well fucn tough. I just went up to her room and couldn't hear a bloody thing. The performance has nothing to do with music, it has to do with her being tired and special. Music stays. Child can sob herself to sleep, mummy has had enough for one day.

As for the rest of the day.
The kids and I went to the park, and river. A great time playing tag was had by all. Josh twisted his ankle, Squealer tripped over a wooden edge on the playground and now has a long grazed bruise on her leg, and Breezy slid face first across the grass but was perfectly fine and got up laughing.

Hutt River at its best! -The river has split as it does often and this smaller area is on the Park side of the river bed, with the main body of water on the River Road side. We didn't bother slogging over the vast stoney river bed to locate it, instead we stayed and played here.

When we got home Chrissy had returned from dropping the Tink off with her father. She's now doing some work for the gocart thingy that Markie does behind me at the table, while I dick about here.

I spent a few hours reading and revising some of The Gnominator. Then moved on the the suggested revisions of Terrorbyte, chapter two. Which seemed way too easy. It's fun stuff.

Hope you all had a lovely day.