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NaNoWriMoFreOu!

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That’s right/write! I’m having a National Novel Writing Month Freak Out, now known as a NaNoWriMoFreOu. Day one and I  am having a total FreOu. So I’ve hit my target today. Hand written it so need to type it up but it’s there. And I’m pretty confident about tomorrow but what about Saturday??? I’m busy. I’ve got plans. Anybody else coming (http://www.nswwc.org.au/whats-on/festivals-2/emerging-writers-festival-roadshow/)? And what about the next time I have plans, or my baby won’t sleep, or a feel more like sitting about in my PJ’s eating a bucket of chicken. Now there’s a sexy image. Calm down lads, I’m married, with a baby and have another one on the way. I seriously could eat a bucket of chicken right now. Why did I mention a bucket of chicken? Now all I can think of is chicken! Why did I do this to myself? My story isn’t even about chicken! It’s about the psychologically disturbed, not that I know anything about that, but i do know a lot about deep fried chicken… I think I better go research this chicken issue a little more.

Anybody off to the writers festival on Saturday, see you there, I’ll be the one with a bucket of chicken. Come sya hi.