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| For Liam. Because I promised. |
No more lessons, no more books,
No more teachers' dirty looks!
Schooooooooooool's out for summer!
Schooooooooooool's out. For. EVER!
Well, not quite, but you get my drift. As you read this post, I will be wiping the last of the ink-stains off my hands, shunting the scrawl-covered paper into the hands of the examiner and readying myself for a Braveheart-style sprint out of the door, waving my hands over my head and screaming like a lunatic.
I will then go home, eat copious amounts of food, and curl up in bed feeling incredibly pleased with myself.
The perks of being a Humanities student really pay off when your exams finish just over a week before everyone else's.
And, of course, as I have this extended half term holiday available, I will be back to my regular posting schedule. I've got a few more "Charley R's Writerly Guides" ideas lined up, as well as the possibilities of extracts, the fabled reviews mentioned in my talking blog, and a planned cover reveal of St Mallory's Forever! - the much-neglected book that, I promise, will be finished very soon, and whose website you can find in the "Links 'R Us" tab at the top of the blog.
Oh, and did I mention driving lessons? Now that I'm finally old enough and (supposedly) well co-ordinated enough, I am now entitled to tutelage that will allow me to legally wield a flying metal death box!
My excitement knows no bounds. Much like my sense of straight lines.
- Charley R
Oh, and did I mention driving lessons? Now that I'm finally old enough and (supposedly) well co-ordinated enough, I am now entitled to tutelage that will allow me to legally wield a flying metal death box!
My excitement knows no bounds. Much like my sense of straight lines.
- Charley R
