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My Flatmate is Ridiculous

I have to share this with you because I can't stop giggling about it.Monday was both bad and good for me. It got better towards the end of the day, when I finally managed to settle in and write. I wrote a surprising amount, and felt very accomplished.My flatmate also felt very accomplished, but for a different reason. She had spent much of the day and all her creative abilities making this

I'm Ridiculous

After the very slow, often interrupted start that marked my return to The Great Man series yesterday, I suddenly turned into the writing equivalent of Robocop. I couldn't be stopped.I was thinking that it might take some time for me to get my head out of the world of The Seraphimé Saga and back into Julian's very messy world. Apparently not. Before lunch I had written 1 000 words. Thinking

Back to Work

It is with some apprehension that I return to writing after what feels like a lifetime of editing. I did have one story which I had started to write. It's plot has been stashed so far in the back of my mind that I can't rightly recall it. I will have to read over what I've written to bring it back to the fore.Most pressing, however, is the completion of my re-vamped The Great Man series. I

Happy Friday!

Good morning everyone!I trust you are all well. I am finally recovering from whatever virus knocked me on my butt all week. I'm not happy about all the training I've missed. In any case, I feel much better this morning. I have more energy and I can finally walk a block without erupting into the world's most painful coughing fit ever.Perhaps that's a slight exaggeration. It did feel like my

Send Me to the North Pole!

Good morning everyone!My most excellent mother sent me an email late yesterday afternoon. It was a competition to be the professional blogger aboard the ship 50 Years of Victory, as she makes her way to the North Pole. I entered. Apparently, I'm not content with just one competition.If I win, I'll be off on an adventure to the North Pole! Can anyone say "adventure"?SQUEE!Here's the problem.

A Much Needed Rest

SQUEE! It's in! It's in! It's in! It's in!Yesterday afternoon at some time past three o'clock, I finally submitted my entry for The Terry Pratchett Prize. Squee! For those who haven't been reading up on my antics, the book I chose to enter was The Osprey and the Crow, book one of The Seraphimé Saga. I'm not seriously entertaining the idea that I'm going to win (but wouldn't that be

Could it Be?

I'm a little weirded (not precisely a word, but it is used in the common vernacular) out right now. For what feels like the majority of my life (how's that for melodrama!), I have been editing and formatting and otherwise preparing The Osprey and the Crow for submission to competition. It seems like I'm almost ready. I'm so almost ready that I'm likely to be really ready by the end of the

Craziness

This weekend went by very quickly. I was also an idiot this weekend. Here's why:Someone had locked the front door of the apartment building this weekend. I had been away looking after a friend's dog, but I did return to the flat to feed the cats and change the litter Saturday afternoon. I couldn't even get to the front door of the flat because I was locked out of the entire building.Panic.I

Snow!

I've said it before, I'll say it again. I love snow. There's just something magical about waking up to a world that has suddenly turned white. Sigh.It snowed last night... after the freezing rain. It's just gorgeous.I intend to take full advantage of the snow this year. I'm not a skier (I tried, can't do it). BUT a friend of mine has wanted to take up snow-shoeing, and this gave me an idea.

It's John Preece

To amend my post yesterday, I have it on good authority both here and facebook, that the actor whose name I could not remember is John Preece.Mr. Preece played a spectacular Tevye at the N.A.C. Tuesday night.Writing wise, I'm making good progress. I reached my goal of 100 pages yesterday, and will be aiming for the same today. The 100 pages I edited yesterday were nowhere near as terrible as