Porridge trap
Saturday, January 1st, 2011Good riddance, 2010. I’ll be happy to sweep your dust from the floors tomorrow morning. May 2011 be kinder to us all than 2010; may it bring happiness, health, laughter and love.
Also … Pocky. Mmm.
To my fellow scribblers out there, I was amused to see Neil Himself‘s commentary re: his current WIP:
And also, please wish me luck with this short story I’m writing. I’m up to page 19 and nothing’s happened yet. Right now, they’re eating porridge. In my head, by this point in the story everyone was going to be terrified, and strange oogly things would be happening to all the villagers. Porridge!
There were also well-wishes for the new year, etc., etc., but that was the bit I found most comforting. Somehow it’s good to know that even accomplished authors like Mr. Gaiman run into a porridge trap now and then.
So yes, then. Here’s wishing my friends and other wanderers a lovely, magical new year.
