Rather than write a blog, I can spend fifteen minutes fiddling with my necklace.
Rather than write a story, I can wash all the dishes in the house and vacuum my room.
Rather than write an essay, I can run around my backyard eight times while the ferrets watch me go.
Rather than write a script, I can wander into my dad's shed and shout about popular culture over the sound of a heavy-duty drill.
Rather than sketch a drawing, I can spend three-quarters of an hour playing solitaire.
Rather than paint a picture, I can take a whimsical tour of Wikipedia in my pyjamas.
I don't need paper.
I don't need thoughts.
I don't need Microsoft Office.
This is what my life is made of.
About Miriam
Miriam is studying the Bachelor of Professional & Creative Writing. (Yes. That's actually a degree.) She's also flirting with the film industry. She shares a home with two ferrets, a moustachioed father figure, and a guitar with a brother attached.
She is tenuously employed, in a stable relationship for the first time in her life, and drives a little blue car that doesn't belong to her.
My Pets
Snuffles, the ferret with a heart of pure cotton wool.
Cambridge University - the mean one. She is the picture of indignant fury.
Woofgang - the killer puppy.
Dead Pets
Roxy spent half her life in a plastic collar. I loved her to pieces.
Fidget - my first ferret. I cried all day when she died.
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