I have been here before

This is getting to be a habit: where I sleep Really Badly, with lots of Waking Up, and then/so start the getting-up part of the day later than I like. Feed the boys, encaffeinate, make sammiches, frustrate the boys (wot? no sossidges for us? but there is sossidges! look! right there!!) and head off for the library.

Write book, more slowly than I like, with too many diversions to the BBC website for cricketing updates.

Eat sammiches.

Finally get driven out of the library by All The Damn Banging. Mooch home, speak to my beloved on the tellingbone, listen to the cricket.

Address myself reluctantly to notions of work again: too late, too slow. Masterchef out 6 short of his 300! Sehwag out first ball for a golden duck, king pair! How can I not be listening to this...?

Also, I haven't the faintest foggiest what this book is doing. It's just words.

I really ought to redesign my habits. At least next Monday there won't be cricket.

*sobs*

Happy 80th, WG

In other news, no one knows anything but the internet knows this, that it's William Goldman's 80th birthday aujourd'hui. I may just possibly have to watch The Princess Bride again, good lord, oh noes.

The journal equivalent of a retweet

mevennen reminds us:

THE WRITE FANTASTIC PRESENTS:

THE GLASTONBURY CONFERENCE FOR THE FANTASTIC IN LITERATURE

SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 3RD, 2011

At: The Grail Centre, 24 Chilkwell Street, Glastonbury

Guest of Honour: Freda Warrington

Speakers include Dr Liz Williams on Dion Fortune, Dr Kari Maund on the Arthurian tradition, Paul Weston on John Cowper Powys, and others.

[klwilliams and I will be there, but not on the programme: just, y'know. Being there.]

Numbers, numbers, numbers

Meet the new day, same as the old day. Only the skyline changes:

 

24273 / 80000 words. 30.3% done!

So at least I broke 30%. 2086 words for the day.