Early morning posting, because my fingers don’t feel like typing words into my book, so I’m getting them used to the idea of having to type. (What? Don’t other people do things like this?)
Next chapter of Ill Met by Moonlight is up. I really did have a good time writing that story. I wouldn’t half mind getting a chance to write more about that character. :) Also, Jai spotted WINTER MOON at Barnes & Noble yesterday, so woot! De book, she is out! At least up here. :)
After what I thought was going to be a pretty false start to yesterday, Ted and I actually got a fair bit done. We spent a great deal of time shopping, although we didn’t buy *that* much. I found a pair of gloves, so my little handles will no longer freezle when I walk the doggle, and Ted was in search of a hat to go with his new jacket, because he thinks it needs one (and also it rains a lot in Ireland, so a hat is a good thing). He put on a newsboy cap and it made me turn all pink, but for some reason he didn’t buy it immediately. Generally speaking, I think if a husband puts on an article of clothing that makes his wife turn all pink, he should probably buy it immediately. (Though, really, that one was black and he ought to have bought the brown leather one he tried on later, as his coat is brown.) *pink* :)
Er. Right. Distracted, anyone? After shopping we came home and ended up going through a bunch of stuff and loading it into the Jeep and taking it to the storage unit, so we got a reasonable amount done, really. Oh, and we had coffee with Jai and Tori. While Jai was getting her coffee, Tori told me and Ted about how her class was going on a field trip to the Royal Fork (“80 kids went last year, and nobody got in trouble!”), and then they were going to see a show. I asked if it was a movie or a stage show and she said she didn’t know, but it wouldn’t be a puppet show. I asked why not, and she gave me this look of, “Oh my *God*, how stupid can you *be*?” and said, complete with eye-rolling and head-waggling, “Be-ca-a-a-a-ause *puppet shows* aren’t for *third and fourth* graders!”
Ted and I nearly popped buttons trying not to laugh. *giggles and giggles* *Jeez*, dumb *adults*! *laughs and laughs*
Ok, it’s 7, time to get to work.
miles to Mount Doom: 192
ETA: I have an anthropomorphic belief that my computer sends me messages. I just started playing solitaire on Nook. I won the first game I played. I truly believe this is the computer’s way of telling me to quick fucking around and write. (What? Don’t other people do things like this?)
Right. Work now.
Actually, yes, other people DO do things like convincing their fingers to type. In my case, it more often involves convincing my brain to think logically by doing sudoku puzzles, but the typing thing happens to. Priming is a good trick.