Being Mr. Kenny

Hey. We’ve got the Paperwork Pixies in again. I’m in the middle of gestating a children’s novel. It’s quite good fun, actually, means I get to daydream about my little imaginary world. It’s a quality idea, too. Not going to talk about it, obviously.

Not only because someone might nick it, but more that if you let an idea out too soon, it’s not strong enough to take its own weight. Kinda like those baby animals you see on nature programmes that have been just been born. If you talk about an idea too soon, people can criticise it and kill it, but if you let it grow, and nurture it, and look after it, it will come out and be really good, and everyone will go “oh wow, what a lovely idea” and then it will be sick on their shoulders or something, and people will go “you’re taking this baby metaphor too far, Mark” and Mark will be like, “kthxbye”.

Srsly.

Anyway, I seem to have subdued the pixies to the extent where I can get on with at least one useful thing today. Tatty-bye!