here's where I went after the Dublin marathon - to the Dingle Peninsula
isn't it so grand?!
But, my darling sticks, my favourite carrots - I will not go to sleep! Actually I will - right after I post this but you know what I mean. I will get to the heart of this and tease out all those lines and lines of plot and decide if they hold the thing together or need to be jettisoned. OK - enough of this, I'm punch-drunk - my metaphors are even more out of line than they are usually. eeek.
oh...and I just had a thought. When we kids were little, my dad used to read us books everynight. For awhile we insisted on The Bobbsey Twins and one night he got so fed up with fatuous twaddle that he flung the twins and all their goo across the room. Then he invented a series of stories based on a little girl called Sunbeam. Whenever things got too exciting in her life she'd fall asleep which would lead to even more excitement and adventures. So perhaps this is my father's fault? Huh, Dad, huh?