Low point 17.28

Ok, I’ve hit a low. I’m going to come clean. I’m still considering letting friends know what I’m doing here but don’t really feel sure about admitting it. See what I mean about showing who you are on OD when know one knows who you are, but never letting them know otherwise?
 
The low, however, has nothing to do with the friends if it isn’t that their support would have me flying high again …. or so embarrassed that I log off on the spot. One or the other.
 
No the low has to do with the time pressure thing and the fact that the story feels empty. I need to pick it up again, perhaps introduce Bruno himself.  
 
It also has to do that chapters changed, didn’t have quite the ending I’d planned because I couldn’t get to the ending I wanted in the time frame I had and that means that the whole thing is slightly different. I don’t mind that but now I’m stuck for how to carry on, conscious of the time tickticking away, and conscious of the risk of producing nothing at all, other than telling you I need the loo and a coffee.
 
On the other hand, I often use OD as a mental and emotional dumping ground – even for the excitement. What can I say? I’m hurping that having a verbal splurge on the screen will release my few remaining neurons.
 
Perhaps I should step up from water to wine? Perhaps not.
 
Sean is taking wonderful pictures of chocolates. I much prefer this to models… though I acquiesce that he wouldn’t have got the contract for the chocolates without doing the pics of the models. I digress.
 
Chocolate on the brain? Grumpy dog on the sofa. I didn’t share my chocolate brownee with her.  Naughty me.
 
Ho Hum. I may very potentially have become a mad woman by the time we get to 7am.
 
What’s that? I’m mad already? Ah yeah, I remember.
 
You want me to let me friends read this? #shakes head an sighs#
 
There is no hope.
 
However, I am rather proud of the flower arranging I’ve done in this barren living room. Looks nice. Never knew I had such talent.
 
I think music could be what is needed. I shall go to music myself a little.