Yes siree! It's that time again, the culmination of the last twenty-one years of my life and the tens of thousands of pounds I've spent arriving here.
You scared, Potter?
You wish, Malfoy.
Of course I've thought about what I want to do for this project, of course I have; I'd have had to be mad not to have spent lonely hours in traffic jams contemplating the most important project of the year...of my life. Well, of my life so far, perhaps. The hours I've spent in bed with the fear, lying awake trying desperately to push it back into the darkness from whence it came has given me only a limited idea of what i might produce. And the vague picture in my head is that of a book.
A book.
A book.
A book.
Is that enough? A generic, ambiguous, non specific book.
A vague outline behind my eyes. It should have pages, probably. And it should have a cover. Probably.
Who knows? Do you? Do I? Well I certainly don't.
Maybe a history books? Fonts through the ages, we all like fonts, don't we? Illustration through the ages. Maybe I could come clean, lets my dirty secret out to the world. I love Stephen King, there, I said it. Get your snide comments and sniggers out of the way because I'm proud of reading low end literature. Maybe I could redesign his entire set of novels. That would surely be a labour of love.
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