This morning I dealt with a feline sugar crash (perfect timing cat, you couldn’t have done that while at the vet’s tomorrow?) and then delicately hammered out my daily dose of new words-
Brassy child, he muttered, not first the first time since sheâ€™d issued that threat.Â His own fault for teaching her to tie knots, and to praise her for learning them so well.Â
– and then to Ikea to return a thing, and thebÂ my twinling and I sat down, as we oft do – though now in the flesh rather than Skype! – and bemoaned the current state of our PiSS (projects in stalled stasis). Â And in the bemoaning, as we oft do, Â we able to fix each other – or at least give ourselves a new and more profitable direction in which to go.
So now I can toss the three failed attempts at an opening in this novella, Â and start somewhere entirely new, in a different pinpoint of time. That should work, yes.
But right now, I need to put on my editor hat and knock other people into shape. Â Cabana boy, where’s my wine and lash?