On a mildly sunny Sunday afternoon, I’m inside writing a whole bunch of wank of The Enlightenment of the eighteenth century. It’s very interesting stuff to read about, not so much to write about. This being said, There’s only another three to four hundred words to go. Patiently waiting for Mum and Dad to return from fishing so that I can have some company. Awfully bored.
4 pages later, I’m only 200 words to go.