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

[mantichore.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay, so "chocolate St Emilion" is just a name, not an actual unholy and blasphemous concoction of chocolate and St Emilion wine, which brew then gets hideously chilled to Cola temperature for service?

I feel much better already.