It's Saturday and I am painting the bathroom and writing my flamingo story which you will have no idea about unless you follow me on Twitter or Facebook and even then you'll still probably have no idea about it. Not that you should.
Anyhow, while waiting for paint to dry I am working on the first draft of said story. This story was supposed to be a daft little thing but while formulating ideas it became more ambitious and now I've rewritten and rewritten the first paragraph a dozen times. I am aware how wrong that is and that I should just get it down, but this is often how I work. First paragraphs take me half the time and then once I settle into a story I (usually) fly through the first draft. We have to find our feet first and I've started this story in numerous locations. Maybe by the time we finish it'll be a daft little thing again. Either way, there will be flamingos.