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I'm at one of those moments when I like my writing. This is a good thing, because the heat has given me a stinking headache. (Most of the east coast of Australia has this very same headache right now, which probably ought to be comforting, but really isn't.) Anyhow, a couple of characters and several sequences came together and acted interestingly today. My liar isn't as much of a liar as he was. This is sad. Not sad, however, is me actually liking my writing.

This liking won't last, but it means I've actually done my week's work on the novel, despite the weather and despite being ill. I can look my supervisor in the face. I could, at least, if he weren't the other side of the continent.