Am going on holiday! Hurrah! I could do with a rest.
I could also so with losing another half-stone as the PVC dress is still out of the question for whitby. That's about seven weeks do it in, so I figure I could do it with enough will power and no emotional crisis on the horizon.
Am going to go shopping for a new corset. I really want a good pinstripe suit too but I would have to get one made to measure I think as suits never fit me properly.
Am deliberating whether to put on line something I've been tinkering with on and off for a few months. It started of life as an historical Slayer fic (no, not the band, that would be silly) but it took on a life of its own, but I've been dithering as to whether or not to turn it into a little series or what. I think it woudl make a good teen-fic actually, and might be something to mess about with while I'm trying to write a serious novel on the side.
(Writing a novel-it feels like everyone I've ever met is writing a novel, which belittles the process really, because it's bloody hard work and they all make it seem easy - sitting on the train to work tapping away on your laptop etc etc. I have one day every other week when I get to sit down for half a day and take a slog at it before I start to feel emotionally worn out. Blah blah moan moan...)
Bastard CD palyer is chewing Dead Can Dance. It doesn't like PJ harvey either. "Damn you CD player! I'm going to send you to the stereo scrap heap in the pits of Slough's rubbish tip! Better, (or worse in the stero's case), I could sell you to someone in Slough and you would be forced to play shitty music for the rest of your electronic life! So behave or else."
There, it likes Collide so far.
Well, I may be back tomorrow. I'm sure I have to go an find some more questionnaires to fill in to find out who I'm going to marry or what bottle of spirit I'm most likely to be in the next life.
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