Um, I'm sorry, haven't I written this already...?

I was pointed by cmpriest towards the Cool Bits Story Generator, and it gave me this:

"The story begins with a secret identity, and ends with magic. It features an angel and a person who stays behind to make sure everyone gets out safe, but the overall narrative features what happens after the fairy tale is over."

Which is as close as it needs to be to my novel "Dispossession", to feel just a little creepy.

Teapothead

'Member how I said that Mac liked to eat used tealeaves, and I'd only just stopped him sticking his whole head into the pot in pursuit of 'em?

I went downstairs this morning to find the teapot upside down on the sofa, where I had not exactly left it. Given that cats have not yet developed opposable thumbs, I can think of no way that he could have got it there from the coffee-table, except by wearing it on his head.

Still, at least he clearly did get his head out of it again - eventually? - so I need not worry overmuch about that any more.

Tho' I might start looking for a pot with a lid. Or preferably one with replaceable lids, because I do break 'em with a tedious regularity. (I once broke the bottom off a teapot, by dropping its own lid into the pot. This ought not to be possible, but I did it.)

In other news: I thought cats were not supposed to like citrus? Mac goes for marmalade...

I has been productive

So I wrote, what, a short thousand words today? That's all right. It's not great; it's not even good; but it's all right. What makes the day good is what else I did. I cleared a Great Space in my House (most of the dining-room, fact fans) to accommodate the vast amount of shelving I hope to be importing tomorrow, courtesy of m'friend Colin Wilbourn the sculptor, who drives a pick-up and just happened to phone a couple of days back, just when I needed a man with a van...

And I have shifted four boxes of books out of the house, courtesy of m'friends at Barter Books, so if anyone's local and looking for anything of mine, that'd be where to find it (I understand they've set up a Chaz Brenchley section, because they keep selling out; I have long maintained that every bookshop in the country ought to do this, for exactly that reason, but they're the only one that has).

And I have thrown out a fair amount of stuff also, including quite a lot of broken glass from a far-disregarded corner; and I have unhappily discovered a horrible stink of damp in that same corner, but there's not much I can do about it at the moment (and it didn't surprise me at all).

And all in all, I do just feel productive, like I have done good things today. Also, I find I have started talking to the cats in cat_macros-speak, which is a bit unfortunate; I said to an importunate Barry, "is my black puddings! u can't has it!" - of which he took no more notice than he would have done if I'd said it properly, but hey, that didn't surprise me either.