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I have such a lovely list of things for today. Twenty-four things on it. Six done.
Some of it is cooking. Some of it is housework. Eight items relate to the short stories of others (and what stories they are - I just finished with an utterly gorgeous one by Simon Brown!). There are bits that if I do now, next year may be curiously strange (in a good way). All the rest is regular work.
This all sounds mysterious, but the truth is that it's an apology. If I get through it all, I'll have time for a proper blog post, and if I don't, well, my mind will be in storyland while I'm chopping horseradish for winter and I won't have time to blog.
I'll be interesting again one day. Maybe*.
*'Maybe' is my word of the six-month-period. I intend to use it whenever I possibly can.
ETA: Only three things to go!! I might become interesting again sooner than I thought. In ten rather than in a hundred years, perhaps.
Some of it is cooking. Some of it is housework. Eight items relate to the short stories of others (and what stories they are - I just finished with an utterly gorgeous one by Simon Brown!). There are bits that if I do now, next year may be curiously strange (in a good way). All the rest is regular work.
This all sounds mysterious, but the truth is that it's an apology. If I get through it all, I'll have time for a proper blog post, and if I don't, well, my mind will be in storyland while I'm chopping horseradish for winter and I won't have time to blog.
I'll be interesting again one day. Maybe*.
*'Maybe' is my word of the six-month-period. I intend to use it whenever I possibly can.
ETA: Only three things to go!! I might become interesting again sooner than I thought. In ten rather than in a hundred years, perhaps.