On the end of a dream.

You love deadlines.
Not the lovely swooshing sound as they sail by, but the adrenaline rush of playing chicken with them as they bear down on you, headlights blazing, horn blaring.
You’ve never lost a match yet.
Until today, when spending the extra minute weeding your post of spelling mistakes, and there were, of course, quite a few, [...]

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On anonymity.

You joined Facebook recently.
Actually you joined it twice.
It tells you, quite sternly, to be sure to use your real name.
How sweet.
But in fact, you did contemplate coming out of the closet.
Especially when it turned out that no one you know In Real Life is there, and fewer of them use it on a regular basis.
So [...]

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On overachieving.

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On increasing desperation.

And you are not very keen on spiders.

It’s the way they move.

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On fading inspiration.

Green is your favourite colour.

Have you mentioned that before?

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On commenters.

I’ve been poking around the blogging world a bit more energetically because of NaBloPoMo and ended up actually leaving a comment on a blog. Gemma of Dressing for Dinner’s to be precise.
And thereby volunteered myself for a commentors’ meme, which I must say I think is a splendid idea. Unfortunately, as I wrote most of it [...]

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On NaBloPoMo.

You have decided to do the NaBloPoMo post every day challenge for November. This means you are determinedly keeping your powder dry until November starts so that you have at least one or two things to write about.
Although the whole thing will undoubtedly descend pretty quickly into a series of domestic snapshots such as the [...]

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On belated returns.

I missed the blog’s second birthday.
Pants.
This does not bode well for the Star.

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On a book meme.

A while (a long while) ago, Reed tagged me with a book meme. Which I haven’t been ignoring, but just procrastinating over. It’s something worrying when you end up writing essays instead of fiddling with the blog, but at least I’ve got my priorities right (I always put off the most important thing).  
Total Number of Books Owned – [...]

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On korrect speling.

When you were about nine years old you were extracted from the classes that everyone else was attending in order to do extra nature study.
It was one of those half arsed efforts schools make sometimes towards catering for ‘gifted’ children, the quotation marks there being entirely justified as the lesson you were lifted out of on the grounds [...]

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