For Worrisome Wednesday.
I love writing these flashes, but I'm a bit knackered! And I stayed awake last night worrying about The New Rakes, just because.
Am I the only writer that feels like getting published is a bit like those dreams where you find yourself at school/work in your pyjamas? It's exciting, but it still makes my tummy go all flippy.
So, am off to get dressed and make like a member of the human race for a day, at least. I might even go and buy some teabags. [GLASGOW - Brace yourself!]