In My Time

A tiny brief of fiction I wrote called Dolls has won a monthly writing competition. (For you studious types, I also won this competition back in June.) And in addition to doing absolutely nothing productive today, I have hung things on walls and attempted to locate the source of the unpleasant odour in my fridge. And while there, I spent dozens of minutes re-arranging my fridge magnet poetry into inspirational maxims. Life is certainly happening, in my time.