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I'm blogging in between thunder. I turned the computer off for a while, but the storms are so transient that I gave up. We get one massive thunderclap and then nothing. The rain outside is a pitiful excuse for falling water.

I have a solid morning's work to finish before I go to my final workshop for the term. I've packed my teaching bag and just have to make myself a massive pot of coffee before I settle in. I keep putting off the coffee pot and the focussed work, for Yaritji will be here sometime in the next half hour. I don't know if she'll be hanging around, or if she'll go into Conflux and do a workshop, but either way, I want time to say hi properly. Not time when I'm embedded in proofreading novel, but real time, when my brain is in the real world.

This means I've done a lot of small items from my morning's list. I am a paid member of the MLA again, for instance, and I have diminished my emails to non-scary levels. In fact, I have one big email to write, and then I think I might be up to date with my correspondence (until more life happens, of course).

I don't think I can postpone coffee any longer... This is not so bad, for I really, really need some.

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Yaritji Green and Janeen Webb and I have all found a new favourite dish: hot rock salted bean curd. It was infused with garlic and we are in love. Dinner was altogether wonderful - 20 writers/fans/friends at the same table, talking full pelt for two hours.

The workshop went well, I think. I have tested my theories and they work for writers and they can be taught to writers and I have no excuse not to write them into a book. Eeek!

The hotel lost Jack Dann and Janeen for us, so Yaritji and I ate much evil chocolate and walked around shops and eventually found everyone at the pub. That that was my afternoon and evening. It's a very auspicious start to Conflux.