Entry for 31st March, 2008

My harping sister JJ has been sending me irritating messages pointing out that I have failed to mention on my blog that I am not the only person who has succeeded in the month long novelathon. My sis also completed the task.
More power to her I say. She did not even have the threat of the Couch Potato's forfeit hanging over her, so, in a way, her success is even more laudable than mine, as it is due purely to self-discipline. My own was largely down to the fear of being ritually tortured in one of the myriad orange lodges clustered arounf Larkhall Main Street. (That last sentence will make very little sense to any of my readers outwith the West of Scotland. There is nothing I can do to adequately translate this one either folks. Put it this way; if I had failed then the forfiet would have meant VERY BAD THINGS INDEED).
At any event all hail to JJ!!! She is very talented. I suspect that her novel will be considerably suprior to mine. This will not be hard. My novel is the worst ever written. Even if hers is second worst, she will have the pleasure of oneupmanship.
I may burn my novel soon though. Then she will be the worst.