Currently, probably over-prepared.
That’s what I usually do.
So that inspiration is beaten flat and lifeless – a pancake, a poppadom and not the plump chocolate-coated profiterole that promised so much a fortnight ago.
Bridie and Sean – mere cardboard cut outs, arms folded, gazing in opposite directions. Dumb, dialogue-less and incommunicado.
Fingers crossed, sooner or later, they'll get their act together ... they need to do a LOT of talking to get through 50,000 words.
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