Off out tonight. Am avoiding at all costs ordering a 'fire engine' thus robbing bartender of witty comment ie "Goes with your hair luv!" Oh ha, ha and Te he. Perhaps I will wear a wig to avoid attention. I have a Princess Leia one which is far more subtle than my current real hair.
Speaking of real, I have been thinking lately of the altered reality of being a writer. Well, a fiction writer in any case. Suddenly you have full permission to stick your head in the clouds ( Really? Can I? It's truly okay to do this?)whilst at the same time everything below the clouds is watched with a magnifying glass. It is a bizarre line to walk really. I feel like Marty Feldman with a pen.
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