I’ll keep this one quick on account of NaNo wearing a hole in my fingertips, but I just thought I’d quickly write something up about those perfect days.
To me, the perfect day is staying in your pyjamas all day, and the only reason you get out of your jim jams and wrestle on jeans is to order a large McChicken meal from McDonalds.
Oh I feel the sneers of disgust as people read this. But I write a lot on those days. Yes, I’ve done most of what I consider my best work in my pyjamas snacking on fries. Right now I’m sitting here writing this with an enormous McDonalds coke next to me.
Just thought I’d put this out there. This is what I consider a perfect day.