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Two of our guests for Australia's very first Women's History Month program are getting their heads put on stamps this week. This has made me realise that I don't really want to lick the back of the head of anyone I know (whether I know them virtually or other). I therefore encourage all of you to not get your heads put on stamps. Find other ways of being famous and acknowledged and adored by the public, perhaps.

Anyhow, it got me thinking. Last year Women's History Month was a complete fizz because I was so sick. This year I want to do something special to make up.

Watch this space. I mean it - the vast bulk of my Women's History Month celebration will happen on this blog and it's going to be amazing. No stamps though. Not one.

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I am in editing mode. Today I edited someone else's work. Tonight I edit my own.

Editing really is its own reward. I finally sorted the problem with four crucial paragraphs of my own that looked right but that didn't quite work. It was the same problem that plagued the piece I was editing earlier. Having seen it somewhere else and having had to work out ways of dealing with it, meant that the moment I faced it in my own writing I could say "Hah!" and get on with it.

Mind you, I'm not supposed to be editing at all this evening. I'm supposed to be sorting out a plot-arc for a character who has lied about so many things I don't know if he knows what his truths are any more. I'm putting it off because it's so much fun working out where his lies will lead him. This is why it sometimes takes much longer to write something than it should: the world of the novel half-written is a lot more interesting than when it gets captured on paper, and everyone's ends are known.