Drip, Drip, Drop, Little April Shower!

I forgot how cute Bambi was :). Everyone should totally feel this way about the rain! You know the way people who suffer from SAD feel about the sun when it finally comes back in summer? That's how I feel about the rain. Although I am learning to appreciate the sun more. Slow but steady.

But yeah, who can believe it's April already?! It's three years ago this month that I embarked on The Great Novel Writing Expedition. Twenty-one Pukka Pads, 137 post-its, 651 Word pages, a whole turkey's quill-count of pens, one thousand and one late nights, one heart, one soul, a couple of kidneys, and I'm still counting. It would be beautifully sentimental if I could have the final manuscript D.O.N.E for the actual anniversary, but as I've switched computers during that time, I no longer know the date I first began. I am pretty certain it was the 28th of April 2008, but as philosophy has taught me this past sixth months, you can believe something that isn't true, but you cannot know something that isn't true, because then there is nothing to know. You'd have thought common sense would have knocked that into my head many moons ago, but I have none, so it was mathematically impossible.

Other obstacles getting in the way of The Finish Line include exams, and to a lesser degree, the fact I still haven't seen Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink or, indeed, Heathers. (This will make sense only to me.) In light of that, as soon as exams are over—and I mean as soon as, as in, at eleven thirty-one on Friday, May 6th—I am going to blow a certain predetermined amount of money on my Amazon Wishlist, partly to celebrate and partly to educate myself, and lock myself in my room for twenty days to finish the damn thing, despite the fact my bedroom door doesn't actually have a lock. Don't ask me why twenty days; that number has just been in my head the past few weeks, and if I happen to finish before that twenty days is up, then mazel tov to me! Alright, before that commences I may celebrate with friends in a slightly less regimented manner, but I have a plan, damnit!

You know, when I came on here to announce to the Blogosphere that it is April, I did not intend going on a rant about The Great Novel Writing Expedition. I do apologise.

Anyhow, here is this calendar month's pikchaaaa, darling;

Cahill Walk, Sydney Bridge, Sydney, Australia, October 2009.

See right down there at the bottom of the stairs? Yeah, just there. There used to be three Chinese tourists. They're not there anymore. MWAHAHAHAHA. Good old Photoshop.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, I'm out!