tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post185506742724810887..comments2023-12-15T02:38:55.020+10:30Comments on Still Life With Cat: Trusting the girls in the back roomKerryn Goldsworthyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11270814460793882309noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7459693255389523642.post-8607366936630318882011-09-07T22:12:32.354+09:302011-09-07T22:12:32.354+09:30Bingo! As a prof scribbler m'self, this is exa...Bingo! As a prof scribbler m'self, this is exactly how it works for me too. Except I call 'em the pixies. My mum once asked my brother why I was missing for dinner again and he said "Oh, he's away with the pixies" - which then became a family in-joke.<br /><br />So yeah, I'm always anticipating the pixies will come and cut the knots here and stitch things together there when it all gets tight and worrisome. Provided of course that you keep proving to 'em that you can handle the daily wordkeeping yourself.<br /><br />This comment's door bitch password? "conaimi" which does rather sound like a treaty you sort out with your creative subconscious.Nabakovnoreply@blogger.com