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  • Day 105.

    As my eyelids fall this evening I shall hurry to wizardly worlds thanks to this new little bedtime reading gem, from the masterly quill of Ms Rowling… #100happydays #day105

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  • Day 58.

    In a bid to collate my chaotic collection of loose pages I have invested my pretty pennies in a journal of the leather bound kind. One day soon these loose thoughts will have transmogrified into something bookshelf worthy. And what publisher could possibly resist a manuscript written entirely in pink ink? #100happydays #day58

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  • Who am I?

    Some of the finest minds this world has ever known have deliberated their existence for eons and never settled on a satisfactory conclusion. My brain could ponder for just as long and never master the art of knowing who I am, so instead I am going to lead with who I want to be. If […]

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  • Day 34.

    It might look like a chaotic compound of pencilled words on paper, but this is the evolving progress of something possibly great, hopefully entertaining and so help me satan just a touch decipherable. I dare not put a percentage on what possible progress is sprawled on this floor, but it’s more substantial than my pessimistic […]