Stream of Consciousness

Here I am again, writing my blog. I'm only doing it to avoid doing homework, because like Tom said, it feels too drab; too in touch with reality.

I still haven't finished reading Mrs Dalloway. I never have time now. What I need is a long train journey and some peace and quiet. I still haven't typed up my Villiers Park work, but hopefully I should dedicate some time towards that really soon, for anyone who might be interested.

I never told anyone about my novel. Melanie Black and the Ancient Hope Dragon. A children's book in the making. I wish. I started writing it when I was thirteen. This is the third draft. It's drastically changed since the first. Admittedly, it's nowhere near finished. Perhaps I could post it in weekly instalments. That would encourage me to edit it, which is much needed. What does everyone think? Hmm, but it would take up even more time.

It's getting late and I know I should stop blogging (I can't think of anything else to say, anyway. I'm far too tired). Yes, I think I will. Things to do, y'know?

Love you and miss you all,

Kayleigh.