Liveblogging the novel, finale
Oct. 10th, 2009 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThat's, um, 3.5K today. After 2.5K yesterday. I'm tired. And it's a harum-scarum ending to the book, but I nearly pretend it is an ending.
And now I'm going to eat marrow stuffed with mutton curry, with fabulous rice on the side; and I shall read something entirely different from anything I've ever written, for there are still such things available despite all appearances to the contrary, and I might watch some TV if I can be bothered, and like that.
And I'm putting the champagne in the fridge for tomorrow. I don't care how crap I feel (and I do: my chest is building up to a real beaut of an infection, I suspect), there shall be bubbles in my offing. Very possibly bubbles for breakfast. There ought to be cake, but I have no cake, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
la_marquise_de_ is in Dartmoor, not baking me cake. I shall content myself with fizz, and coughings.
And now I'm going to eat marrow stuffed with mutton curry, with fabulous rice on the side; and I shall read something entirely different from anything I've ever written, for there are still such things available despite all appearances to the contrary, and I might watch some TV if I can be bothered, and like that.
And I'm putting the champagne in the fridge for tomorrow. I don't care how crap I feel (and I do: my chest is building up to a real beaut of an infection, I suspect), there shall be bubbles in my offing. Very possibly bubbles for breakfast. There ought to be cake, but I have no cake, and
la_marquise_de_ is in Dartmoor, not baking me cake. I shall content myself with fizz, and coughings.