"Double, double, toil and trouble. Fire, burn, and cauldron bubble."

 Wherein Jack has been editing, a lot.

 My glasses finally came - because I know you were all dying to know that. They aren't cool Pond glasses or even Ten glasses. They are wanna be Ten glasses, but I'm so happy to be headache - less I don't really care.

 I printed all of The Broken Blade off so I can better edit it. It is 328 pages long and I like to take it places and thump it down on tables. (Because it makes such a nice thumping noise.)

 I need to stop scaring all my friends off. It is getting harder and harder to find people willing to help with book covers.

 My phone, which I use as a music player, is under the belief that I have too much music and not enough extra room for important phone stuff. Little does it know all those friends I scared off don't call me, so I really have no need for important phone stuff. (It also doesn't know that the main reason I bought it WAS to use it for a music player because mine died a cruel, early death when I left it in direct sunlight one summer.)

 I haven't edited today. I should have, but when I found out I didn't have to go in into one of my jobs I came home and kind of fall into my Star Trek chair and haven't felt like moving since. I've been tired all day - which is hopefully not a sign that I am getting sick. I'm all for sick days, but the only things I've been exposed to lately are colds, and colds don't count as sick days. You still have to work with a cold.

 I decided I need my own soundtrack. Imagine how exciting work would be if I had Josh Groban songs suddenly playing as I went dashing about? Unfortunately, I don't have the money for a surround sound system to follow me around. I am considering making one of my minions follow me with my music phone and cue Josh Groban songs while I'm working.

 I really should go and get my book, it is getting exciting.

 If any of my minions lived closer I'd make them go and get it for me.

 I've found myself a general and I believe I've found a mercenary. (Because every Evil Overlord needs a mercenary. I don't even know what a mercenary is...but this guy I know looks like one and when I take over the world, I am hiring him to be my mercenary. He's got the personality for it, though he keeps it hidden.)

 I am listening to Forbidden Friendship on my music phone right now.

 If you don't know what song that is I am throwing you in the dungeon.

 I fail at being an Author when it comes to writing an informative writer's blog. Just think, you might have followed me in the hopes of getting writing types and insight on how to complete a book.
 I can give you insight into world domination if that makes you feel any better.

 My mum and I are on the Ponds last series. She hasn't wanted to watch for awhile, I don't think she wants them to leave.

 I used to think it was funny, River shooting the Doctor's cowboy hat off. Until I realized Craig had given it to him. It is one of the few or only things I'm mad at her about.

 I need to start catching up on my book reviews. I am still way behind on them.

 I'm going to shut up down and attempt to get some work done. (Attempt. Here that? Attempt. I make no promises. It is Friday, and I've been editing all week. I want ice cream and my book.)

 I took the quote from Shakespeare, because you needed some sophistication after all that.

 Allons-y!