have a good one when it comes

Another year. Jeez. It only feels like yesterday that I was trying to think of excuses to allow me to go to bed and avoid the whole shennanegans.
I thought about doing a bit of a "best of" but I can't actually think of much to write. How depressing does that sound?
I spoke to one of my friends tonight who mentioned "new year syndrome" to me. I think we all know several people who suffer from NYS. It's essentially people who really can't stand Hogmanay- they tend to get depressed and/or angry. I just can't be bothered, which I think falls into the NYS definition, I'm not sure.
I'm sitting here, typing, (obviously) and thinking "I just want to sleep" I really think I'd like to join in with all the joyous people but I really don't think that us here in scotland are programmed for happy stuff, we're of the "you'll pay for this later" mind set. So Instead of thinking "great, another year of opportunity and who knows what!" I think "Shit, another chance for me to get a kicking" which is a shame because I'm secretly looking forward to the new year.

Ok, to end on a happy note, here's some things that went well for me this year:
*I passed all of my uni stuff and made it into third year.Hooray!
*I got my sexy rabbit back from my friends parents back garden, Dave rocks, go Dave!
*I got a job and stuck at it, made some cash and met nice people. Go Cash!

Some of my friends did really well this year too:
Russ got accepted by an agent and looks to have a book coming out, woohoo Russki!
Bobbert is now a REAL lawyer after 7 years or something of working at it, wayhay Bobbert!
Steve got a real job too and works for the scottish executive, Al is now a tax inspector. Yay everyone!

So happy hogmanay everyone, see you next year
Beca
xxx

tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joyyyyyyy

Cos you all got a blog tracker

I decided to get one. A tracker so I could see if people did actually come near the old blog. And they do! Wow.
I also found I got a search engine string thing. Like where you all get "humping zebras" and things in yours I got:

"windy city is mighty pretty but i
t ain't got what we got"

I say no more.

quick and easy, the way I like it

Hell, it made me laugh!
Double Entendres

nearly nearly finished

All over, nearly

Well, my brief flirtation with the world of work ends tomorrow.
I have to take down my interesting bug pictures and pack up my desktop plants.
It is indeed a sad day.
And time! what a lot of time! What will I do?? No uni for 4 weeks! what will I do? Cos I'm lazy, very very lazy. I tend not to go outside or do anything if I'm off on holiday or whatever. I have no hobbies or activities that make me think "yay, I can't wait to leave the house!!!" I try to find stuff to do but then I just feel like I'm making myself so stuff and I hate it even more. A pickle indeed.
So I need to think up some things to do over my break that will be productive and interesting. Get me out the house and moving around. Gee I sound about 80.
If anyone has any ideas chuck me an email.

Porn

Not really but I thought It would keep you reading a bit longer.
So the Christmas tree went up last night. For all you environmentalists out there, its better to get a real tree, support a local sustainable grower and then recycle it at the end of christmas. NOT PLASTIC. they are satans instruments. Avoid.
The tree looks pretty good in the living room, all twinkly and stuff. Makes me more aware of my cold lumpy heart and I wonder why I'm not in with all the happy people currently romping around Sauchiehall Street just now. But that aside I really need to get some presents. I have two so far. I think I need about 9 or 10. It'll get done soon.

And...I'm done

Cheerio!

Cheers Big ears

Ta

Thanks for the replies peeps, I'm always curious about writer types, they always seem a different breed. Like people who stick pins in themselves for pleasure, I can't understand why you do it. But I love the books so I'm glad you do.

Info for Jennifer Jordan (and all wannabe George Strokers)

George is from a small island called Pinta, Part of the Galapagos Archipelago. A bit about George Here
You can fly to the Galapagos for $330 in the low season with these people
Some lettuce growing here
Cuddles are free!

nearly there

This is lonesome George. He's the only one of his species left anywhere in the world.

Are you my friend?
I'm not sure that I've told all my friends that I like them. That I like all their weirdness and quirks and shouty shoutyness. (I had a good think about it on the bus on the way in to work)
Some of them have strange badger tendencies. Some of them are lawyers. Some of them phone you up after a year and suprise you as you're making a coffee. One of them even makes mutants by poking at DNA. Some of them have picked a path and stuck to it, even though it wasn't the easiest thing to do. Some of them go out and help people for their job. Some of them haven't had it easy.
They're all different and all fab. (And they talk to me which I like too) In fact I'd go as far as to say I'm blindingly proud of them all. You know who you are.
(If I don't know you then you can leave me a comment to say why I should be blindingly proud of you too)

Questions:
Can I ask writer types a question? Or folk who work from home/for themselves?
Ok, when you leave work to write full time (or whatever) do you find it difficult to actually sit down and write? like, are you naturally writerly or is it dragged kicking and screaming into being?? are there any naturally lazy writers out there?
Do you schedule writing? how long did the books take to write?
Badger McLean and Beardy McBride (if i can use first names) I'd be particularly interested in hearing from youz ones.