I have entire days when I feel like everything I write is a steaming pile of crap. But you know what makes me feel better? The internet.
Yes, the world wide web. Populated with scads of people who have nothing better to do than argue about the colour of a dress. The bit that really made me laugh though was the hashtag #dressgate. What the fuck?
Seriously, if there’s nothing more exciting going on than the seemingly endless “research” into why a picture sometimes looks blue and black and sometimes white and gold (I’m assuming it’s not just Photoshop, because if it is I’m digging a hole and burying myself in it) then why should I worry about my crappy writing? Nobody but me is likely to notice anyway.
P.S. RIP Leonard Nimoy. A man who lived long, prospered, and was never caught in the wrong coloured dress.
P.P.S Oh come on, it’s true! Smile!