
Hey guys, so I'm *almost* finished the final draft of 18 Kisses. I left Dublin and went home to Naas for a month to stay with my parents and brother while I was completing it. My Mam's on holidays from work and thus is spoiling me rotten by cooking me dinners and listening to my final draft dramatics.
Being deprived of sleep and eating too much sugar and revising thousands of words a day can do strange things to a person. I thought I'd share some of the exchanges that have gone on around here in the past month, before I forget them!
I will talk to you all on Wednesday when I WILL BE FINISHED!! :)
My Dad (as we're driving up to Dublin): Could you not have done this last week?
Me: No, I have to observe Grafton Street at 10.15 a.m. on a non-bank holiday Sunday morning.
Dad: Right so.
Liam (on seeing all the empty packets on my desk): So, are jelly tots like your cocaine or something?
Me: ...yes.
Mam: Do you want me to get you more jelly tots or have you enough?
Me: More jelly tots!
Me: Liam, give me the name of a cool band!
Liam: You really need to start paying me for this...
My Mam and I on a research venture, standing on a farm gate, looking out into a field -
Me (very loudly): Could you bury the body there?
Mam: Yeah, definitely. That'd be the perfect place for it.
Me: Is it not too obvious?
Mam: Ah no, nobody would find it there.
Me: ... I really hope nobody's listening to us.
Me: Something smells.
Liam: It's you.
Mam: Are you okay, Laura?
Me: My keyboard is only typing symbols. I need to use my desktop.
Mam: Are you going to try fix the laptop?
Me: No, that's what it wants.
(at various times throughout the past week)
Dad: Are you okay? You look pale.
Mam: You look very pale.
My Godmother: Gosh, you look terrible.
Liam: You look like death.
Me: No sleep till 60k! *fist punch*
Mam (on hearing the fake crying coming from my writing room): Why are you crying, Laura?
Me: Because of all the words.



