I have been having the nagging feeling that I don’t really have a *plot* in place here in this book. That’s not necessarily unusual for this stage: I’m about halfway through and I tend to lose confidence around here. So, in an attempt to shore up my confidence, I went and re-read the synopsis, which I’d been kind of deliberately ignoring because we’d changed a bunch of stuff around and the synopsis didn’t really reflect certainly the way the book ends anymore, at least. Unfortunately, what it does reflect is…
v. pleased with myself
I woke up at about 6:40 this morning and almost talked myself out of going to swim. But then I thought, “Self, you *always* feel better after exercising, and you know you won’t go later in the day.” So I got up and walked through the POURING RAIN and had a quite nice swim. I did 500 meters of just kicking, which loosened up my very, very, very sore legs (we walked about eight and a half miles on Wednesday, and then yesterday I did barre exercises. My legs huuuuuurt.),…
tin whistle
I found my tin whistle book. It was…wait for it…shelved tidily in the bookcase not 18 inches from my elbow as I work every day. In my defense, I’d forgotten that it was a full-sized book, and had been searching for a smaller one, which in my opinion explains why I didn’t see it. Also I didn’t look on that bookcase, because I thought I was looking for something smaller (well, I *was* looking for something smaller, just wrongly) and I thought it was on the other bookcase. Or in…
oh, er, um oh
Er, Urban Fantasy Land seems to have presented HANDS OF FLAME as one of their possible ‘best books’ of 2008. It’s a very scientific decision as to who wins, based entirely on internet voting, and I’m a bit late to the game (the poll’s been up three weeks and ends tomorrow night, and I only just found out three minutes ago), but if you’d like to go vote, then heck, you might even win a B&N or Amazon gift certificate, too. :)
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The swim coach was at the pool today. We ended up…racing is not the right word, not really. Keeping up with each other is more accurate. For about 200 meters. Maybe 300, in which case I swam further than I think I did, but I think it was 200. Anyway, he doesn’t do flip-turns, or he’d have totally left me in the dust, but as it was, we stayed neck and neck for the whole stretch. And he reached the end of his set right before I crapped out, which…