WHY NOTTERY

So much gendering. Why shouldn't I dream of being rescued from mundane cares and worries? Where's the Prince of Publishing, dashing off cheques and plying me with champagne? Well, I guess whoever he or she is, they are perfectly happy as they are, wedded to many other talents.
Writing time is being eaten away by work and applying for jobs, seeds have been crying out for earth, water and a kiss of sun. The family motto needs changing - dolce far niente being my clear choice over the prosaic Recte et fideliter. Who would honestly prefer being just and faithful to the sweetness of doing nothing? However, I have to work my way up to doing nothing as it involves considerable effort because, it seems,  the path to doing nothing involves doing something first. So, in miserly fashion, I am hoarding my current creativity in the hope of it being bankable and drawing on the stash of Cowboy Heart for 50-50s. Why not? I like Holly a lot and I would like you to like him too or at least see something of yourself in him. In any case, I need to get on track with my self-imposed schedule and it's as good a something on the way to nothing as any other I can think of. So get aboard The Bonduca with Holly whilst I get back to waiting for my carriage.

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