Liveblogging the novel, encore
Oct. 10th, 2009 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOops. I just passed another milestone wordwise, and I have finished that bottle of wine, and not this novel. Um. Not wholly certain I shall make it, now: not today. Damn. That ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
la_marquise_de_ is out there somewhere in the wilds of Dartmoor, doubtless writing up a storm between castles. My cake may be under threat.
What I'll do, I think, I'll nip off downstairs and stuff the marrow with the mutton curry, slip same into the oven and set it a-stewin'; then I'll pour myself a gin and come back up here, see how much more I can manage before that's ready. I'm kinda tired, to be honest. Didn't sleep last night, for thinking about bread; and the damn' stuff has been rising soooo slowly today (not a metaphor: I have sourdough in the airing-cupboard) I may have to knock it back and leave it over another night. Which would be tiresome.
la_marquise_de_ is out there somewhere in the wilds of Dartmoor, doubtless writing up a storm between castles. My cake may be under threat.What I'll do, I think, I'll nip off downstairs and stuff the marrow with the mutton curry, slip same into the oven and set it a-stewin'; then I'll pour myself a gin and come back up here, see how much more I can manage before that's ready. I'm kinda tired, to be honest. Didn't sleep last night, for thinking about bread; and the damn' stuff has been rising soooo slowly today (not a metaphor: I have sourdough in the airing-cupboard) I may have to knock it back and leave it over another night. Which would be tiresome.