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.

Comments

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Hurrah!

May it be a fantastic success and bring you your share of the profits!

[mantichore.livejournal.com]

"Chilled a chocolate St Emilion"?

What does that mean? What is it? Call me a hidebound purist, but I always get wary, if not downright queasy upon seeing the words "St Emilion" and "chilled" in such a close proximity... O____õ