So I’m nearly at the end of the first draft of my latest project… and I’ve been blubbering like a hungry baby with a soiled nappy.
Seriously, it’s a sad tale, and whilst writing a few of the chapters I’ve found myself welling up, shedding a few tears and even having to blow my nose!
‘Finding Her Feet’ is a contemporary drama, and if people still used the word ‘tragedy’ as a genre (which doesn’t seem to appear on Amazon, for example, please correct me if I’m wrong), it may well be best suited under that heading.
I needed to take a break from it to be honest, so I thought I’d embarrass myself by giving you guys the chance to read about my failure to be a tough guy and poke fun if you want. I deserve it, I’m a thirty-three year old man, a father, a football man, crying over the words I’m typing into my laptop.
Somebody help me…
Ok, I guess I’ll make a cuppa then get back to it.
Night night… Jams N. Roses.