Sunday summary

[desperance]

Little bursts of doing much: yesterday, at ten past five I was still writing. By ten past six I had made and chilled a chocolate St Emilion for a party today, cooked and eaten a spaghetti carbonara for myself right then, and fed the cat also.

Today, I didn't get to the computer till ten this morning; by lunchtime I had finished a chapter and also written a column of advice for wannabe crime writers. Very soon now, I'm heading off for the above-mentioned party, at which durham_rambler celebrates the end of the fifties.

Meantime, the book has reached two milestones:

15,240 / 60,000 (25.4%)

and, in pages,

50 / 200 (25.0%)

Also, a little mild ego-surfing (well, somebody mentioned my upcoming play, and I wasn't sure where she'd heard about it, so obviously I had to go and look, didn't I?) has discovered this blog entry, which I draw to your attention only because I can.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

It's a dish, a chocolate dessert, sort of a fridge-cake: nothing to do with the wine, truly honestly, sorry to have worried you...

(Mix chocolate, golden syrup, butter, eggs, meringue and amaretti together and chill, basically. Take in small doses, it's angina on a spoon...)