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This is a quick heads-up for those who wanted to find the rest of my donation-in-kind to the Queensland flood relief. If you don't need a copy of Baggage (because you already have one) and if you really, don't want to consult the historian side of me, it's worth checking out the hundreds of other possibilities. Such an array of books and services!

Mine are here:

http://authorsforqueensland.wordpress.com/2011/01/16/a-copy-of-the-anthology-baggage-gillian-polack/ (One of my personal copies, currently in hiding under my bed. Signed if you want it signed.)

http://authorsforqueensland.wordpress.com/2011/01/16/consultation-with-a-medievalist-dr-gillian-polack/ (They've used the Women's History Month bio, so it's about a decade old. I really like the photo though. It was taken at the Women's History Month launch in 2002, I think. The bio is hilarious - those 'over twenty short pieces' now amount to well over 300 short pieces - excluding this blog - and there are 2 novels and 2 anthologies and, looking at it, not even Wikipedia is up to date, nor, for that matter is my own webpage - I ought to do something about that - but I can't, I've got those 4 articles to finish today. Anyhow, if I know you - from this blog, from Facebook, from real life - and you win the bid, I'll add a bit of extra time to the consultation, simply because of your amazing innate good taste.).

The main site is here:

http://authorsforqueensland.wordpress.com/

Bid early and often!!

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Today is the day of the impossible typo. They sneak into places even after proofreading. I can't even blame the heat, since it's not even 30 degrees outside.

All my writing today will be checked and checked again tomorrow. Sorry folks-who-expect it in their email - you will just have to wait a day. You will like it much better tomorrow. I promise.

In other news, the seven books I had to finish by the end of today (I tallied them up about this time yesterday) grew to eight books, but that's OK because I've started them all. I've finished three entirely. If I stopped playing round here and did some work, I could finish the one I told myself had to be finished before lunch. Then I could eat. All good things.

By tomorrow, every single one of those books will be read. And enjoyed. I know about the enjoyment because that's why I've read some of each - I just couldn't wait to find out if they were any good. I had to *know*.

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I've finished my book and written it up and had some lunch and am about to have a cuppa. I need to celebrate my latest Bibliobuffet column. I want to subtitle it "Where Gillian waxes very nostalgic." One of my editors says it has soul. This makes me wonder if my soul is full of yearning to tell people about the past and about my childhood memories and has not much else to it.

ETA Cause of typos and computer strangeness is solved. A simple weather change is on the way. A nice one, at that. My dexterity and brain will sort themselves out together, later today.

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My papers are all over the floor. I would say "again," but it's different papers to the other day, and for a different reason.

The weather change has happened. We have a wonderful evening breeze. I have my big sliding door open and windows open and my flat has cooled down two degrees in ten minutes. The aches have gone, and I'm about to do two more hours work (to make up for a very grumpy afternoon - simple changes in air should not have mirror reflections inside the body - I tell my body this and it just won't listen) - I'll send off three articles tomorrow and the fourth later in the week. On Wednesday I shift from reviewing and writing to editing. It's like this lovely breeze - a refreshing change of direction for a short time.

Soon the breeze will shift directions, or even fade entirely. I'm hoping to take another two degrees off the ambient temperature before that happens, however. Those extra two degrees will make everything around me perfectly comfortable, for working, for watching TV, for sleeping. I'll be working regardless, but I'll enjoy the work a lot more.