This Brenchley is 9/10ths a Grant

You are 90% Scottish

Congratulations - have a deep-fried Mars bar on me. You couldn't be more Scottish if you had a bottle of Irn Bru in one pocket and a Daily Record in the other.

How Scottish are you?
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...but this is clearly not true, because autopope, from whom I ganked this, came out 100% Scottish, which is demonstrably more than me. But then, he does live there; all I have is the bloodline.

Also...

Your 'Do You Want the Terrorists to Win' Score: 98%

You are a terrorist-loving, Bush-bashing, "blame America first"-crowd traitor. You are in league with evil-doers who hate our freedoms. By all counts you are a liberal, and as such cleary desire the terrorists to succeed and impose their harsh theocratic restrictions on us all. You are fit to be hung for treason! Luckily George Bush is tapping your internet connection and is now aware of your thought-crime. Have a nice day.... in Guantanamo!

Do You Want the Terrorists to Win?
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(also ganked from autopope - we are clearly having an equally work-focused time of it...)

A rare moment

Barry's sitting on me. At the desk. Which he almost never does. Which is why I'm typing this one-handed, 'cos the other is cuddling him, and if I move then probably so will he. Sigh.

Also - in case you were wondering - I have little else to say.

Oh - damn. There he went. Typing is much easier nine-fingered, but truly, there isn't much. I didn't work all weekend, that's three days without a word, let alone a line. I read, I ate, I watched TV and shopped. There was a French market on the coast, and I dragged m'friend Harry along; came home with salt, and chestnut honey, and walnut vinegar. And a question: how can salt be organic? It's an inorganic mineral, surely? Also, this is sea salt; and while I trust that farmers can regulate what goes on their land, I'm damn sure nobody can regulate what goes into the sea. But they say it is organic, and I choose to believe them, for whatever curious definition they've come up with. It's a nice dirty grey, anyway.

Oh - it's also Tot-Up Tuesday. I'd forgotten (conveniently or otherwise). Here are the votes of this week's jury:

20,733 / 150,000 (13.8%)

or 66 pages, which completes the sample chapters for the proposal for the Next Big Thing. That's only an extra 2,325 words since last week, but hey, it's a draft. And a fair start, if anyone nibbles.

Also, I have been working this week on a short story:

3,676 / 5,000 (73.5%)

which is 6001 new words for the week. Which is less awful than it might have been, given those three days of not writing, plus a lot of proof-checking and revision work on other manuscripts. But I still have way too much to do, and nowhere near time enough to do it. Among the many things I lack, we can list prioritising skills.

I was thinking just now, though, as I fed the cat, maybe I'd make lists of writing work and house work that I really do have to do. I've never been a list man, but people change...