Liveblogging the fatal ramble - endpost
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desperanceFifty pages down, none to go.
Deadline: n/a. I just have to send it now. I'd rather not; I'd rather have another pass. It's not the book I wanted it to be. They never are. For now, I think, this'll do.
Pints of coffee consumed: still two
Tea: Jasmine Monkey King
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange, one white chocolate snowman, one crystalised plum in chocolate, one bowl of curried carrot-and-celeriac soup with bacon croutons and a slice of granary toast with grilled goat's cheese, one chocolate biscuit.
Next anticipated nutriment: ah, always that quandary. This is my time for drinking, but ought I to drink, before a dinner date? I suppose I could have another cup of tea. But I shall have just delivered a novel, ended a contract... I deserve a drink.
Distractions: n/a - nothing left to be distracted from, until I sort out what I do next.
Feline assistants: useless unnecessary creatures, imbisible cats.
Darling of the day:
Here on her balcony, looking out over the forest and the rising peaks, Mei Feng was further from the sea than she had ever been.
It didn't seem to matter. These days, she thought she carried a sea inside her. Within her swelling belly, her little spawn-of-emperor swam in tidal salt. That was enough, apparently. She hadn't thought she could be happy away from the coast and boats, storm and surf and far horizons, but she was happy here.
Happy with herself among others, with her subterfuges and her plots. Little things that made life better for someone, and then for someone else. She could save the empire, she thought, if she could only do it one person at a time.
Deadline: n/a. I just have to send it now. I'd rather not; I'd rather have another pass. It's not the book I wanted it to be. They never are. For now, I think, this'll do.
Pints of coffee consumed: still two
Tea: Jasmine Monkey King
Nutriments: one apple, one Christmas orange, one white chocolate snowman, one crystalised plum in chocolate, one bowl of curried carrot-and-celeriac soup with bacon croutons and a slice of granary toast with grilled goat's cheese, one chocolate biscuit.
Next anticipated nutriment: ah, always that quandary. This is my time for drinking, but ought I to drink, before a dinner date? I suppose I could have another cup of tea. But I shall have just delivered a novel, ended a contract... I deserve a drink.
Distractions: n/a - nothing left to be distracted from, until I sort out what I do next.
Feline assistants: useless unnecessary creatures, imbisible cats.
Darling of the day:
Here on her balcony, looking out over the forest and the rising peaks, Mei Feng was further from the sea than she had ever been.
It didn't seem to matter. These days, she thought she carried a sea inside her. Within her swelling belly, her little spawn-of-emperor swam in tidal salt. That was enough, apparently. She hadn't thought she could be happy away from the coast and boats, storm and surf and far horizons, but she was happy here.
Happy with herself among others, with her subterfuges and her plots. Little things that made life better for someone, and then for someone else. She could save the empire, she thought, if she could only do it one person at a time.