You never can tell.

[e_schemer]

Some progress since last night.
1. Eddie is now John.
2. Dislikable characters, mixed tones and Americanisms all need some attention, so I
3. Haha, yep, biscuits. Who knew?
4. No RL here, I've concluded. No one thinks this is a good plan. And I don't think I'd cope. Ah, weight lifted :)

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I just received a short but sweet e-mail from someone who was absent from Friday's seminar. A few choice quotes, to avoid repeating the whole thing:

 'I've read your creative writing piece and I loved it.'

Well I never. There's no predicting it. It's like X-factor evictions.
There's nothing amazingly constructive in the rest of the e-mail, just effusive praise and no signs of confusion.
I hated this person's submission. Grammatically eye-watering tragedy about Mary-Sues wandering the snowy French mountains and tripping over every so often. But she's nice enough in person.

'I have found no fault in this extract.'

Alright, so she didn't read it. Can't blame her.

.And the best one:

'I hope the session went well. Will see you soon.'

Oh my giddy aunt. I have to see these people again.