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The alien eggs did not hatch, for folkdancers ate them before this happened. No minions for me.

The party was lovely. We had a partial eclipse before cloud cover hid it and we had dancing until after midnight (although I had to mostly* stop after about 10.30 because I was daft enough to do Cimpoi which is not a dance for the timid, fearful or not-quite-well) and two lots of supper and I feel rather partied. No more celebrations for me until Wednesday.

I sorted out most of the problems with the draft novel that wasn't a complete draft because Word had lost me a bunch of things and it's now with Van. I have a half dozen things to do today and then I'm allowed to be interesting for a little. Abouta week. After that week I will have caught up with every single book review from now until late February and uni work and forms and acquittals. At this point I shall have twenty-four hours a day of dissertation. I have a big milestone coming up for that piece of work and need to actually meet it intelligently.

This means I shall be boring for a few days, then interesting for a week, then desperately dull until everyone else is over the holidays. Now that this is all settled, I'm going to rest for a bit. Simple fatigue has hit. Can't have been those eighteen hour days followed by folk dancing...





*All I managed after that was a very sedate Irish set dance and the dance we always finish up on.

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We have thunder!

When the thunder goes, I shall work. Right now (I forgot to rest) I've been working on the last of the Big Library Sort. My work experience student ran out of time before she reached the As and Bs, so I'm doing those letters today. From that point on (ie from tomorrow) my fiction will be borrowable again. Just in time for the summer holidays!

Right now I'm writing letters in my mind to all the writers whose books I'm shelving. Chaz Brenchley received a mind-note relating to food, but also to the amount of shelfspace he takes up. I guess it's your height, Chaz, that means you need so much space. I need to get taller...

Deborah Biancotti's little memo was about how I need to have coffee with her, next time in Sydney, while I mentally told Peter S Beagle "I want to meet you - you are one of the writers I wish I were."

JM Barrie's note was long and confused and completely curtailed when i realised that his books won't fit on the shelves at all. I've filed him with MZB, as a fantasy series. Plays can be fantasy series too.

There were lots more notes, and I'm only 2/3 through. There won't be enough shelf space for them all, so I might have to make do. I made do for my cookbooks a while back by getting rid of a wine rack (which still needs a home - if anyone wants it, simply arrange for its collection). If it's a choice between books and wine, the wine has to go. I wonder what I will get rid of this time?

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Not only did we have thunder, we lost electricity for just long enough for me to get those books sorted. The As and Bs are all shelved. JM Barrie and Joan Aiken have both joined MZB and everything fits (just). I shall celebrate with much good coffee. The coffee will, as an added extra, keep the weather-aches a bit at bay.