A Conversation with my Brain.
(Setting: internal monologue, North London, present day) Oi, Lippie! Write something! Noooooo! What if it’s shit? No one will even notice, I betcha. That doesn’t help! But you like writing! And you bought approximately 543,457,436,874 identical blood-red lipsticks during lockdown, including three you already owned (and deliberately so, you numpty), so it’s not like you’re short of material to write about. Yeah, but … it’s […]