Oh waily waily...

[desperance]

...and when you're done wailing, you can cancel Christmas.

Well, no. All right. Those of you who are looking forward to it with any kind of eagerness, you can still play. The Grinches amongst you, form up on me. I am now officially of your party.

I truly don't have time for it this year, and my head is entirely in n-space (where n is for novel, you understand), which fact may in fact explain the catastrophe that has finally driven me over the edge:

I burned my glaze.

I had concocted a truly interesting glaze for the boiled ham, out of honey and dry mustard and ground ginger.

And I burned it. Badly. It wanted fifteen minutes in a hot oven, and it got the best part of an hour, while I was working. I am ... unhappy. (I should perhaps explain that I don't buy gifts for people at Christmas, I give them food. Largely, I give them great chunks of ham, with jars of chutney and such to go with.)

Also, Barry has just walked over my manuscript with something wet and greasy on his paws. I suggested that he might have washed them first, and he enquired what else I imagined he had come here to do? Indeed he demonstrated, which did not noticeably improve the manuscript's condition. (I think he's taken agin this book, much as I have done myself. Earlier he was sitting on the MS, in much the same way that Sophie used to sit in the suitcase when I was packing: in that "well, if you're going to go away again, you can bloody well take me with you" kind of way.)

Comments

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Noooooooooooooooooo!

[kateelliott.livejournal.com]

n-space


That's a good word for it.

Sorry about the glaze.

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Oh waily waily woe!

[wishus.livejournal.com]

I have had to travel 60 miles to Northampton to remove myself from d-space (dissertation)... but it does keep creeping back into my head. I have helped decorate the house in Northampton, but my own in Bilston looks a minimalist as book clutter will allow.

Food gifts are very good! I intended to give people lots of 'chocolate art' this year, but that intention got lost in d-space this year as well.

[devonellington.livejournal.com]

At least he didn't throw up on it, which is what Elsa did on one of my manuscripts the other day.

She was right -- I ended up cutting that section.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

One of my early novels, I had a crit from my then-agent who said "I left this section out on my desk overnight, and the cat has been sick on it. And quite right too."