Accompanied, as you see, by the Walker Papers (and, somewhat startlingly, a bit of Robert Newcomb thrown in). Yay! :) (I have a bunch more in-the-wild pictures people’ve sent me over the last couple years. I need to get all of them posted one of these days.)
After I walked up and down Blarney Street nine hundred times on Friday,
I’m doing NaNoWriMo (I’m ce_murphy on the site if you want to Nanobuddy me), because it happens that I’ve got about 50K left to write on HANDS OF FLAME, and we’ve moved long past needing to do a death march. This needs to be more like a death sprint. While travelling for three weeks. Oi. Anyway, so
miseryfun is more than welcome to come post over there with poor sucker-ish me.
We took Mom and Dad to see Stardust last night. I love that movie. *beams* In fact, I’d go see it *again* in the theatre. I don’t remember the last movie I was willing to see in the theatre three times. Maybe X2, which I saw at least three times, since we’d gotten tickets for a 2pm show, then, in a fit of weakness, went to the midnight premiere, and then I went again on the Sunday with
This weekend has been the jazz festival in Cork and I have *totally failed* to attend any of it. Next year I will do better, dammit.
I’ve gotten a leetle tiny bit of writing done this weekend, and now I’ll go do a little more. Yay me. :)
miles to Minas Tirith: 348