The Importance Of Being Stuart Pidd: Infernal Pain In My Chest

The Importance Of Being Stuart Pidd

I am trying to write a novel, and because, obviously, that isn't enough work already, I am writing this blog about my progress towards literary oblivion. So welcome to the world surrounding "Yesterday Is Another Day"


sábado, janeiro 21, 2006

Infernal Pain In My Chest


How long does it take to reject me? It is almost 36 hours since I made my first submission to Snowflake, and still nothing. Come on people, I need my depression.

There is a problem I am finding. I am using microsoft Word (deliberate small M) to write my opus. Which is fine, good spell check, although the grammar checker is really starting to piss me off, but then you get to the real world, by which I mean Messenger, and all of a sudden BANG! No. You can't go back and correct the spelling can you. Bloody hell. I don't think i have ever inflicted as many spelleng, I mean SPELLING, mistakes as I have tonight on the always patient Tink.

So, how is it goin' I hear you ask. Well, pretty good. I keep getting bogged down in the very complicated stuff like "What shall I call the pub?" but the easy stuff, like explaining the mystery of the Pyramids and the whole time-space continuum stuff is easy.

Until tomorrow,