I’m Staring Menacingly at You, PMS…

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I know that I’m a writer and I’m supposed to be writing about writing but, for your information, one week out of four I don’t do any work. Sssh! Don’t tell my employer. But I cram all my work into three weeks and write all my words in the same three weeks.

So what, you may ask, do I do with the other week? Well, I turn into a sensitive, touchy, moody, lemon-sucking-face, angry old cow. Much as I would…