Just had a strange conversation with my father. We were both emotionally raw, honest and together. I don't know maybe it's the rain that makes us soo open. Raw is probably the correct term. well thank God is Broccoli tonight, so we can start talking about anger and punishment. It's time to end with the punishment, take the toy apart and leave it apart. It's grey and cold outside, but I:
-have finished sorting out the books,
-got permission to trow away the broken crockery
-started writing seriously again (may need a beta pretty soon...)
So?
-have finished sorting out the books,
-got permission to trow away the broken crockery
-started writing seriously again (may need a beta pretty soon...)
So?