I couldn’t really think of a blog post this week. Yanno: work, the dog, the hubby . . . a new tv show . . .
So you’re going to get 250-500 words of sound and fury, signifying nothing* about my week so far.
#1 on my list of nonsense is that my husband makes a great roast.**
#2 is that my dog stinks. I mean really honks. Can’t give her a bath because a.) no time and b.)when there is time it’s too late in the day for her to dry without leaving the whole house smelling of wet dog.***
#3 is kept for the smug, happy thought of the book I’m planning on reading next.****
#4’s job is to mention that I’m dying for a cuppa.
#5: Did I mention I really want a cuppa? A cup of tea is the best medicine. And I won’t say no to a couple of scotch fingers with that.
#6 would like to offer up the proud knowledge that I’ve figured out the kinks in a story I’ve been thinking about for years, making it properly writable at last *****
#7 is, happily for you, the end of this nonsense. Go do something productive with your day. I’ll be over here having a cuppa.
*Yup. You got it. I’m the idiot. You’re very clever.
**By this I mean that he cooked me a great roast, not that I cooked and ate him.
***Yes. Stinky dog smell is infinitely preferable to wet dog smell. Wet dog smell burrows into stuff.
****Re-reading Diana Wynne Jones’ Deep Secret, in case you wanted to know.
*****I have no time to write said book, of course. I have a schedule of four publications for next year, one of which I have yet to write, one of which is yet to be quite finished, and the third of which is on its last edits. The fourth is done, though. Go me!
