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desperanceJust a quick end-of-the-day post: another nine pages, three thousand words. Lordy, it's almost commonplace. And I do more or less know where I'm going now: finish this chapter, then two more, and that should be it. Say another fifty pages. I would try and do all that this week, but Sunday is special and put aside already - a memorial picnic/party/gig in the park opposite my house, for our two friends who were killed in a hit-and-run last year, and I guess some people will be coming back here after - so it'll likely be into next week before I'm finished with the book. And not of course finished then, because I'll have to be straight into rewrites before I send it off. Try and win back some of those fifty pages; it'll be eighty-odd longer than I was aiming at. Ah, me.
Otherwise, today Barry has been largely stacking up zees'n'rays in the back yard, then coming up here and sprawling all over the desk, idly playing with the mouse, my fingers, anything in reach. Typing a little here and there, as he radiated that heat he'd soaked up outside. When he interferes with the sacred text, that's when I chuck him off the desk, which is when he starts attacking my forearms from below. He is evil; I have scars.
And tonight I had lamb chops from the freezer, and turnips from the veggie bag: I made a lamb-and-turnip curry. Bizarrely, this is a genuine recipe from Kashmir, where turnips are often the only veg they have to see them through the winter. Who knew?
Otherwise, today Barry has been largely stacking up zees'n'rays in the back yard, then coming up here and sprawling all over the desk, idly playing with the mouse, my fingers, anything in reach. Typing a little here and there, as he radiated that heat he'd soaked up outside. When he interferes with the sacred text, that's when I chuck him off the desk, which is when he starts attacking my forearms from below. He is evil; I have scars.
And tonight I had lamb chops from the freezer, and turnips from the veggie bag: I made a lamb-and-turnip curry. Bizarrely, this is a genuine recipe from Kashmir, where turnips are often the only veg they have to see them through the winter. Who knew?
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Date: 2006-07-04 07:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-07-04 08:59 am (UTC)But yup: I'm always happy to be distracted, but when he starts making contributions, that's when the paranoia cuts in. What if he presses some hitherto-undiscovered button that zaps all my work out of memory, off the hard disk, off all the back-ups, all over? I've always been persuaded that there is one. And if anyone can find it, it'll be Master Look-at-me-I'm-so-cute-I-just-have-to-be-evil-underneath.