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[truepenny]

I'm on a sort of vacation this week, because I realized Saturday, about a step and a half shy of a meltdown, that I am SICK TO DEATH of editing and revising--having done, it feels like, nothing else for the past three years--and that therefore finishing up the last pass through A Companion to Wolves could damn well wait.

So this week has been me doing a lot of nothing. For that particular writer's definition of "nothing" that means "no progress on the things that have actual deadlines and commitments." (Ignore The Sidhe Tigers flirting madly in the corner. It's a tease.) And mostly this week has been genuine nothing. Which means--you guessed it--I'm getting bored. Not quite bored enough to be virtuous (i.e., finish the pass through ACtW), but bored enough that I actually have the itch to be writing again.

And not two thoughts in my head that can be put together into a sentence of fiction.

We all have our own versions of Catch-22.

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In other news--

I used to think that kitten snot was the most tenaciously revolting substance in the world.

I was wrong.

Decades-old floor wax wins hands down.

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[gauroth.livejournal.com]

I gave in to temptation and bought 'The Virtu' on Tuesday. EEp! A hardback! My family can survive on lentil soup for the next month, but oh where will I find room on my bookshelves...?

I hoped it would be as breathtaking as 'Melusine' and oh, my, it is. Even though Miss Parr was my Sunday School teacher back in the '60s - an elderly lady who wore tweeds and a deep-turquoise hat with pearl-topped hat-pins - your Miss Parr has such a distinctive voice and character that I took to her immediately. Dear me, the baggage one brings to the act of reading!

I'm guessing that Cardenio was named after the lost play by Shakespeare and Fletcher?

love - Maggie

[luna-the-cat.livejournal.com]

I used to think that kitten snot was the most tenaciously revolting substance in the world.

I was wrong.

Decades-old floor wax wins hands down.

For the record: you are wrong. It's pig sh**. You will never know how wrong you are about the most tenaciously revolting substance on the entire planet until you have mucked out a pig byre.

Pray that you never have this experience.

(Keep in mind -- pigs eat anything. And everything. No matter how old, how dead, or how previously unidentifiable. They are way worse than vultures. And the trip of these substances through the domain of Pig does not improve them.)

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Having dealt with the cat mucus thing via Stringwoman's cat Hannah, a Siamese with sinus issues and a serious jones for the highest spot in the house, including the tops of doors, I'm grateful the floors here have been stripped and refinished. Also grateful that cleaning up after pigs is not on my agenda. If the mineral spirits aren't loosening it enough, have you considered saying Bugger! and buying a palm sander?