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No excursions for me today. Too much Weather and too much proofreading. Although I'm making wild progress with the latter. Which is something.

It appears (and laughter, even restrained laughter, is not permitted) that I use different styles of punctuation in fiction, in matters of scholarly import, in blogging, in emails. It also appears that when more than one of these forms of punctuation come into the one document (a long document) it causes a bunch of problems.

One of the issues is that a blogging platform I used to use and an email client I loved a great deal did not handle em-dashes. Just like LJ, really, when one types in html rather than rich text. Another of the issues is, of course, that my casual style demonstrates an em-dash addiction. It's only fair, I suppose that I'm the person that gets to fix these and that I have a weather migraine to boot. I'm just hoping that no-one will mind too much if I miss a couple or if the spacing around the dashes is not entirely and perfectly consistent.

I need to do more academic writing. This sort of problem doesn't occur when I write formally. Other problems occur, of course, but I'm not facing those other problems right now. I'm facing the fact that I write using more than one punctuation style, and that, when these styles are brought together, the results are rather odd.

Anyhow, this is my wildly exciting day. If I complain about my migraine to my editor one more time, she may just strangle me...

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I'm taking a break from the wild excitement that is my day because I complained to my UK friends that it was cold in Canberra this time of year. And it is. And I so need to let everyone know that I was right. I should have stayed in the south of France an extra fortnight. Or I should have packed the climate in my suitcase and brought it back with me.

Of course, having made a vast pot of chicken soup to scare the cold away, I forgot to have any for dinner. Instead I found myself wondering if I could make my life easier by moving back to the two books a day regime until I'm all caught up again. In reality, there is no reason why I can't read two books a day and eat chicken soup. It's other-work that interferes with reading-work. Chicken soup ought not get in the way of anything at all.

I'm talking myself into doing something with that soup, aren't I? Also in finishing at least one book tonight, in between sorting the changes I'm being sent for the cookbook and wondering if I should watch TV. Rumour has it that Eureka started here while I was away. I adore Eureka.