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Do you think I might be getting excited about my holiday? Off to France a week tomorrow, driving to Cork and getting the Ferry overnight to Roscoff. We've even got the posh cabins. Can't wait. Starting to get unbearable.

Things are still a bit chaotic. The kitchen is still not finished. The annoying part is that it's just little things left but getting them actually done seems to be presenting an insuperable barrier. We have family coming for dinner this evening regardless, so spent last evening cleaning everything and washing the livingroom carpet. I have to do the shopping for ingredients on the way home - spag bol all round I think.

I've done precious little writing. I did finish the scene in Moy Tura Echoes with Nuada in Newgrange, and started the next, but didn't get far on it. I must get more regimented. But not tonight alas. Maybe I will manage to write more while we are away. The laptop is coming with me anyway.

Had a great laugh reading the new Ansible last night, particularly the thought of CS Lewis and Tolkien in a death match.

Anyway, with my basic nothing to report today, I might as well stop typing and try to do something here. I am planning on a shopping trip at lunchtime. Not sure what for. Just want to shop!

R

I meant to say we had pasta last night - Fungi porcini taglietelli with a creme fraich, parmesan and nutmeg sauce.

YUM!

And I cooked it on my own cooker too. :D

Not there yet, so no photos, but soon... soon...

R

I'm trying to whip "After 39 days" into shape and trying to discern what is the common procedure for poetry submissions. I'm a fiction girl, always have been, always will be, but poems do tend to find their way out once in a while, and so far their publication rate is much higher than that of my fiction! Go figure.

I did a bit of work on "The Bonny Lass O' Fyvie" last night. I want to get it polished up and out soon. The lack of responses to the pieces I have out is still a niggle, but I figure the best thing I can do is to submit/write more and just keep it all churning away. I think I have found another good market for "The Wrecker's Daughter " if it should come back again.  Fingers crossed it doesn't of course.

So, the main thing that remains with "The Bonny Lass O'Fyvie" is to sort out the whole chemical/mental time travel problem - I think by doing as my husband suggested and tying it in with the traveler's illness. As his body deteriorates, parts of the brain that lay dormant before are activated etc. I'm not entirely sure yet, but I HAVE to work it out. Mainly for the sake of my own sanity. Then I have to make it convincing!

We have three quarters of a kitchen (perhaps a little more) but no cooker yet! Soon, soon... please god soon! Never thought I would get sick of take away. All I want to do at this stage is boil up a big pot of pasta and make tagliatelle d'agusto. That, with some parmesan and a big bottle of wine would go down a treat. That or the chili beef ramen. Yum!

Ah well, maybe tomorrow. I won't get my hopes up for tonight. Oh, the car is in the garage again. Nearly had a heart attack when they told us the engine coil problem wasn't an engine coil problem and could be something more serious and then didn't ring us back all day yesterday! Contact was made, by my husband because I'm a chicken, today and it turns out that the engine coil had in fact gone as we thought but in a new, unexpected and interesting way. Phew! They thought it might have been the head gasket. 

Do I sound like I know what I am talking about?  

Anyway, hopefully I will have my car back tonight or tomorrow morning. Then I have to decide whether to sell it or not! :D  No, really, I love my car but it seems to be spending more time with our mechanic than me at the moment and, frankly, I'm getting jealous.

20 minutes til lunch. I have purposely left HP at home so I will do some work in work. Some...
R

Last night I typed up just under 3000 words of Moy Tura Echoes. (2, 7xx something something). It's pretty rough and needs some cleaning up, but it was a sticky sort of scene to get onto the computer and into some sort of stable form. It's one of those, all meet, regroup and then go separate ways to do something. It also starts Fionn and Emer on their plotline and leaves Jack faced with the reality of Morgan.  And vice versa.

I'll try to post it to the online group in Hatrack this evening.

Everything is starting to get geared up for the great kitchen re-do event. We don't have everything we need of course, but hopefully I can pick up some bits tomorrow (lights and tiles) and the guys will get whatever else they need on Saturday morning. Hopefully.

R