With all the fun of spending November writing the fourth Conway book now over, it's time for the best bit. The adding of scenes, researching ideas, and tweaking dialogue etc.

Because Ellie talks to her dead husband a few times I wanted to find out if it was possible for a yahoo/msn conversation to originate from one computer. (yeah usually its between two people far apart... but what if it isn't? What if, yahoo and msn are running simultaneously but logged in as two different people?) This morning I tried it and discovered that yes, as long as you know the other persons log in, it is possible to have the conversation originate from one pc. So how does this help, you may well ask....

The thing is, when the cyber guys checked out Ellie's laptop they said the conversation came from her computer and no where else. Except... Lee also read the conversation and new Ellie wasn't talking to herself.
They said she was... Lee witnessed it and knew she wasn't. See how it helps? lol

Further into Ethernet, it became apparent that I'd need to write another song. Crap! In fact toward the end it I discovered there was no way around it. I still haven't done it. I know what it needs to be about... it's writing it that is the tricky part. lol (yeah, no kidding)
Go ahead and try writing a song about supervising special agent Ellie Conway. No really, feel free to try. Let me know how you get on! lol

Once Ethernet is winging its way to Graeme next week, I shall give Satellite more consideration. I'll be scrapping most of the 10k I already have and starting again with a whole new premise. That promises to be quite exciting. Scrapping it isn't as final as it sounds, a lot of what's there can be utilized in other places. Some of the scenes are too good to kill outright, so they'll be recycled.

This morning I am hoping to hear about Killerbyte. I'm also hoping for exceptionally good news  in that regard. I'm also washing sheets and blankets, lol. Busy work.

Major rant coming up regarding ADD and medication. Be warned.

Tomorrow we need to go down to Silverstream and get the new prescriptions for the girls. Until then, Squealie will be without her Rubifen because she refuses to take the 10mg tablets, because they're round. Ya see, there is no reasoning with her unless she's got her meds on board... she won't take them, to the point where last week she said she had but hid the pills in her pocket. Well that backfired when they fell out on her bedroom floor and Breezy found them! (Thank god she's a very clever almost three year old who immediately handed them to us, saying she found Squealers pills, and of course Squealer doens't care or understand that she endangered Breezy's life by leaving pills lying aorund)... the crazy thing is, if Squealy had taken them, her brain would've fired properly and she would've hidden them better, or even flushed them, instead of letting them fall on the floor and not pick them up. But of course had she taken them then she wouldn't need to hide them!
She is a frustrating annoying bloody kid. She's also refusing to take her antihistimine which is very important especially in the spring/summer. It's only a matter of time before she has a serious asthma attack brought on by her grass allergy and ends up in hospital, AGAIN. She's been warned (but she doesn't care because she's not taking her medication and without it she really doesn't care, nothing sinks in) that she will be going to hospital by herself int he ambulance, because I don't see why I should have to give up a nights sleep (AGAIN) to help someone who WILL NOT help herself.
What I need is a caregiver for her, before and after school... someone who can MAKE her take her medicine, and supervise her until bedtime every single day, and full time on weekends.. the person would also have to deal with the poop.
I simply don't have the time or energy for this any more. Especailly when she brings it all upon herself. Everything hinges on her taking her medication... she won't do it. (no surprise really, she has ALWAYS refused medication, right from birth... ) Sometimes she takes it, then some days she simply decides not too. And we can't make her swallow the fucn thing, so she sits at the table with the pill disolving in her mouth until she vomits because she refuses to swallow it.
Of course if it was her laxatives she refused we have a pediatric nurse who is only to happy to give her an enema every week... and that's what she had to put up with for a year, before she decided herself she would drink the damn medicine!
If only antihistimines and rubifen could be delivered in such s fashion. Would make life a lot easier for all of us.


Enough of that... it makes my head ache just thinking about it. (because there is nothing we can do)

off I go to put more blankets on the line.

Have a nice day.

Bloody hell, who the hell turned my speakers up THAT high?
Category: Writing and Poetry

It became apparent this afternoon that I'm a lot tireder than I originally thought. I ended up flicking a movie on and actually watching it. That's not something I do during daylight hours, (pretty much never) ... not even weekends. I don't have time to sit and do nothing. I just don't, never have and yet today that's exactly what I did. What's more I enjoyed it. And I felt no guilt at all!! (Although I think the experience would have been enhanced by chocolate, chippies, and dip... I will make anote for next time.)

I'm rather suspecting that churning out 77 thousand usable words in under twenty-five days has simply broken my brain. Last year I managed just over 50 K in 25 days and still haven't done a damn thing about editing that story (it's a goodie too) but I couldn't bring myself to take the time away from the Ellie Conway books to tweak it to submission level. This time around I know I have too, and it is an Ellie Conway story.

I'm already thinking about getting stuck into Satellite (which was sidelined in favor of Ethernet) it won't be until the New Year. But I'm thinking about it.

Hmmm MySpaz blog doodad seems to be fucky. Or it's Mozilla again, something is freaking slow and pissing me off. And stopping the spell checker working properly. Does it want me to kill it? Does it? I think we all know I can't type without something catching my typos before they escape and cause chaos.

(Exciting cars and wet shit, all over the place. - okay that was unfair, cos very few of you know what those two seperate things refer too, but still ... as far as typos go, you get the gist)

So anyway, I sat down to mutter at you all... turned Real player on (cos I am not in the mood for the ilike tool bar thingy to annoy me on media player) and clicked on Lost Highway... what a fucn mistake! Somehow, as if by magic my speakers were set to KILL.
I damn near jumped out of my chair.
I have an idea who the culprit is... Miss dropped-by-for-a-visit earlier today, and used my computer.

Apart from the explosion from my speakers, it's very peaceful here this afternoon... Squealer is at her best friends... and peace reigns. It's just me and Breezy, and with no one to upset, taunt, and annoy her, she's a fairly quiet child. (Unless she's singing and dancing, but that's cute and non-screamy, unlike when Squealer is home, when everything involves screaming and crying)

I managed to edit 45 pages today... well kind of anyway. I picked up a few bollocked words, either missing, typoed, or I just didn't like 'em... and added a sentence here and there. Not exactly rocket science. (unlike fuc'n commas)

Eric came over this morning, we tried talking shop but it really wasn't a go, I'm too freaking tired, and Bex, Caed and Conman were here. Plus Joshy was studying for his last exam (tomorrow) Chemistry.

Bugger seems I forgot to get anything out for dinner... oh well. We've already done salad for the last two nights, not sure if that will fly for the third in a row! 
They'll be muttering things about lasange and recalling eating it for a week. (It was at least 12 years ago... get over it!)

okay, I'm off to locate food, and fold laundry... which actually got dry on the line today. It didn't rain all day, a freaking miracle!

What on earth??
Category: Writing and Poetry

So it's Wednesday night... Thanks Giving tomorrow for those who observe it -so for you Americans, Happy thanks giving. (Even though you have an extra day to wait for turkey day due to being in the slow half of the world!)

As I was saying it's Wednesday night. I thought I would've had Ethernet read by now, and changes (read...fixings) well under way. In fact I'm only up to page 43. I'm not getting through it as quickly as I wanted to. I think this is because the pressure is off. It could also be because I don't want to. There's something about this one maybe its just the ghosts getting restless.

I have however made 16 (plus one each for the Squealer and Breezy) eco-friendly shopping bags. And tonight I got the fabric ink out and played a little on three of them. One wasn't as successful as the other two - guess I'll be washing that and hoping it doesn't set! The other two, turned out pretty damn good.

Not long before dinner tonight Breezy opened the kitchen door and came in, holding the nine volt battery from her electronic voice changer - not sure how she got it out, as it the cover was screwed on, but anyway... she held it out to me and in her usual conversational tone said, "Why did the battery sting my tongue?"
At which point Joshy and I fell about laughing. Then we explained.
She just nodded and wandered off to watch Simpsons.
That was one of life's truly great moments. She was just wondering, is all.

Last night she announced it would be her birthday next Friday and she would like a cake, lollies, and pizza.  She has since added orange balloons. She's right it is her birthday next Friday. Breezy will be three, and this has been a very fast three years!!

On Monday I lost my special pen, my lucky pen... my coroner's pen!  I was not impressed. Breezy assured me she was not naughty and hadn't taken it. (I believed her, because she would have said if she had, she always does!) Yesterday while I was sewing the eco-bags, Breezy decided to make a bridge from cushions to get over the sticky mud. (It seemed perfectly reasonable) Then she decided to use the large cushions on the base of the couch as a slide, into the mud. A few minutes later she squealed triumphantly and produced my special pen.
Seems it's fallen under the cushions while I was (not) making notes on Monday night. She also found, a tic-tac, a clothes peg, a pencil, and a Dora star. Quite a horde really.

Rubbish day tomorrow - ugh. Means I need to get the rubbish sorted tonight before I go to bed. I could be doing that now, but I note I am not.

Oh I bought some books today, online, ... among them book about the history of jewels. I had to have it... I really did. Years ago, and we're talking a long ways back now I started this story called The jewel of the lake. It was truly hilarious. That was not the intent, it was actually supposed to be a romance, yeah right!
But it quickly became apparent I was writing a mystery, and I'd researched lapidary's etc, because the main character owned a jewelry company that she'd created from scratch.  While I was doing that, I found out about this diamond that had disappeared a very long time ago, and well, I can't recall the name of it or where it was found or anything. So I'm hoping it will be in this rather fascinating book. If not, here's hoping it has some sparkly pictures.
The company I created for that ill fated story was used in Exacabyte. I needed a perfume house and jewelry company, and it fitted perfectly. (How fabulous)

I need to get this reading done, so I can fire Ethernet off to Graeme for his eagle eyes to scour. No doubt Eric will be requiring a read too. Chrissy can wait until she comes up. LOL (although I haven't heard so am just presuming she's still coming up for my birthday!)

It is bed time... well rubbish time, then bed time. Annoying!

Maybe I will take Ethernet to bed, and pretend I'm reading. (I suspect I'll cart the heavy fucn thing upstairs only to dump it on the bedside table and fall asleep.)

You all be good now, ya hear?

Good afternoon... it feels something like summertime way down here
Category: Writing and Poetry

This morning, well,before noon at least, I finished Ethernet... it's all over bar the shouting. Over the next few days I will be tidying elements and adding some scene detail to various areas (lots of medical reading to do for that, but now I have time).
I had in front of me sketched notes of how it would end... I may as well not have bothered.
I mean really... the minute Caitlin O'Connell appeared I knew it would all fall to shit. (I'm sure Trailmaster will agree with that!!)
I thought it was about one thing, turned out to be something else entirely. Oh the joy of discovery. Now I need to sit down and read it... there is a scene I particularly want to have a play with. - It's a lot easier revising and adding in detail once the plot is set and finished. Knowing that nothing I do now will change the outcome is a good feeling. Truthfully I like this part. The initial writing is hard work, but revising is fun. Coming up with various ways of saying something and adding all those little quirks of Ellie's in - obviously that's all mostly in place , but there is room for more, Ellie.  Making sure all the characters get decent introductions... without telling people too much that they may already know.

Apart from that... freaking Mozilla is pissing me off... the old version was compatible with real player... this one isn't! I can't snag videos off Youtube any more. My god that's annoying... especially when Breezy discovered Bon Jovi did a couple of Christmas songs, and wants to hear them A LOT.
(She was rather taken with run Rudolf run, and Blue Christmas. - I have Elvis singing Blue Christmas -if I can locate the CD, I suspect she'll like that too!!)

Well I'm off, I have corned beef cooking and no doubt we'll need veges to go with that. 


Be good now ya hear!

Edited to add these.. Ya think Breezy might be pleased I'm finished the bulk of the work???

Ethernet
Current mood:  animated
Category: Writing and Poetry

Because I have just tipped 64 thousand words on this new book I'm feeling rather good... well actually, I'm not, because it's quite a hard one to be butting heads with all day every day.
(Despite only writing maybe four hours a day, I am researching, or thinking out scenes for the rest of my waking and sometimes sleeping hours)

This is a story that takes Ellie from one life, one she knows well.. . and can mostly cope with. To a new and completely different life. One she can barely navigate and is riddled with triggers that send her slamming back into things she'd sooner forget.
She starts out by uncovering the Raven killer, at Rock Creek Park... she fairly quickly realizes that the Raven killer is the least of her problems and the easiest one to solve. Eddie (the brother-in-law from hell) is determined to get Ellie to investigate a sighting of her dead husband, Mac. She resists his stupidity.

 Meanwhile discovers a medicine bottle in her living room that contains an electronic listening device, then finds a live surveillance link buried in a picture on a web site built by Mac. She'd never seen the website before. Lee and Sam find it interesting as well, especially when they discover they're watching two colleagues who are in a dreadful situation Sean O'Connell and Misha Praskovya... Rowan brings dinner over, and proposes.

In tying up the Raven killer case Ellie is shot along with Lee,  and life just continues to get more complicated. Recovering from her injuries her and Rowan plan a vacation. She then discovers the cat is also wearing an electronic listening device.

Eddie makes another wild claim about seeing Mac, this time in Washington.
Ellie decides to flash a picture at the restaurant on their way to New Jersey (almost Halloween and a party was planned to announce the engagement). She drops in leaves a picture, talks to a few staff and leaves her card. Careful to remove her cell phone number from it, as one woman recognizes her as Rowan Granges girlfriend.

From then on in, Ellie is in New Jersey trying very hard to adjust to life without a sidearm, and in a mansion that has an elevator! The evening of the party she checks her mail and discovers photos of someone who looks exactly like Mac.
Understandably confused and concerned she mentions the development to Sam at the party that night. While doing so she also mentions that she thinks Rowan's security people are not what he thinks they are. It's confirmed that she's correct. His head of security is ex-Secret Service, and supplied by Sean O'Connell, two years before. She doesn't know why. She also doesn't know what immediate threat was made that caused a full protection detail to turn out at the party - including her boss.

Rowan and Ellie announce their plan to marry in six months, but plan to marry secretly on their way to New Zealand for a vacation. She wants the madness to stop and believes being with Rowan, will either stop it or limit it so much it has no impact. No one can get to her behind the security blanket he lives under. (Even if O'Connell's company provides it)

The most difficult things for her that night, was knowing that Lee could be permanently paralyzed... and that Grange lead guitarist Tony Sharron brought his children to stay at Rowan's for the weekend. Just seeing the three small children caused flash backs of hellish situations for Ellie, which became especially evident when introduced to four year old Samantha. (Samantha was the name of the 12 year old that Ellie couldn't save from a bomb a few years before)

so that's where we're up too... kinda sort of...

lol

good I can breath now!

Currently listening: Bon Jovi - The Crush Tour Release date: 2000-12-19

Now where's my fuc'n tee shirt?
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

As of this evening the word count for Ethernet (the nano Ellie Conway book) is 57149.

I didn't get any real sleep last night, not becuase I was writing, but because I was plagued by stupid dreams...
Most recurrent dream of the night: the guy at number 37 was throwing bottles at us while we were trying to walk down the street with Breezy... but it wasn't a street it was a wide alleyway. He was nutting off about soemthing that made no sense, and I yelled at him... "Oi fucktard, next time you burn fucn plastic in the middle of the night I'm gonna come get ya."
And then he started throwing more bottles and they were breaking all around us. They were green beer bottles. One fell too close to the stroller and Breezy. I pulled out my Glock... and shot the guy, right in the head. He fell in a pile of broken glass.

At least there was a happy ending.

Yesterday I spent a happy afternoon with some truly good company. Simon came for lunch, and it was good fun. He's great. I really enjoyed myself, was a shame we didn't have longer.
Next time he's in NZ, I shall demand more time! lol  How did I forget to get a photograph???

He said something quite disturbing though, and i shall have to go into town and check it out... he said Christopher's Crystals is gone. How can that be? I know I hardly get to town especially that end, but I look forward to seeing Christopher at Christmas time. And now he's gone!! He's been there forever! Where ever he went I hope he's doing well.

Eric came by yesterday with some GSW research for me. Nice readng material... which I was reading before bed. (wonder if that had anything to do with my dreams... nah!!)
He stayed on and met Simon. I think he enjoyed the experience.
Eric ended up texting me last night about Mac, apparently he'd left Mac a comment and required a serious answer. I do believe he got one.

I require a lot of things and I don't get them.. what's with that?

Ellie is struggling at the moment.. something to do with feeling like a fish out of water. That too will pass.

I dyed my hair a few days ago and have received a surprising number of positive comments from people. I didn't think it was too different... okay so it's almost black with red/burgundy highlights... and I suppose it was slipping toward light brown before... in truth it was heading toward gray. (I'm laying the blame on the children) It's also been cut, so it sits on my shoulders now.
No doubt mother would have something unflattering to say abut how dark and straight it is.

I haven't cooked dinner yet.. time is ticking (like a fucn bomb).

Joshy had another hospital appointment today. He's almost all healed. No more packing the wound, cos the packing now has no where to go. Yay. Now I just put a sticky dressing over it. Makes life easier. For two weeks I've been irrigating, packing and dressing the wound... and now it's almost better. He goes back next weekend for one last check, Then sees the surgeon again on the 9th.

He also had a job interview this afternoon, he's looking for a holiday job. Has another interview (different place) on Tuesday. Tuesday's job is the one he wants. So here's hoping he gets it.
Last night he had a really bad sore throat, we scurried off and got him ibuprofen and some cold medicine, then poured juice into him along with a few bowls of ice-cream and he's much improved today.
 I suspect he's run down, from working hard all year, being ill and stuff and now is susceptible to bugs.

Oh yeah to celebrate my 50k the other day I painted a tee shirt... it's a sketch of Jon Bon Jovi, and I was quite pleased with how it turned out. It was something I'd been thinking about how exactly to do for a few days... and did it.

Tomorrow I think I shall make the tote bags I was thinking about. Should be fun.

Breezy has destroyed the living room... I'm not sure if she needs dinner, she may just need to go to bed.

Currently listening: Have a Nice Day By Bon Jovi Release date: 2005-09-20

So close...
Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry

Yep... so very close. Am sitting on 49487 words. Wouldn't ya know it?? I stopped to bath and feed kids and my word count remains at 49487.
I am so tired I don't know if I can spit out another two k tonight. (Nano is in the basket with just over 500 words) I Sense myself slowing down now, and can easily afford a day off tomorrow - to go on a walk with Squealers class.

It's 21 degrees in Trentham tonight and nearly seven o'clock. Sucky heat! Almost need to turn the air con on.
Starting to feel a lot like summer.
Oh dear, now look what I've done... going to need some Jovi now!

All right that's better, maybe I can write some more after all.

Back to the stalker... or is he... could it be a fan or a ghost? Maybe it's simply coincidence.
And maybe no one of you know what I'm talking about. hee hee hee and to think I can be that confusing without a bottle of wine. (but a bottle of wine is a fine idea)

Simon is coming out for lunch on Friday, or if not lunch then coffee. I'm looking forward to seeing him. Will be awesome to catch up.
Ghost Strasse by Simon Burnett



Edited to add:

Word count 50318 as of 8:30 tonight.

I'm sure this is more fun than it should be.

Currently listening: Lost Highway By Bon Jovi Release date: 2008-02-26

day two of Nano
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry

With my word count sitting on 11,292 I'm fairly pleased with myself. Of course I Can't update the Nano site because (as usual) it's crashed or can't cope or having a fit of some sort. Such is life.

Well today we have managed to get me a new phone. Got a shiny red Samsung, or shiny red roving bug, if you prefer. Sometimes knowing the stuff that I know really spoils things.

I'm waiting for the stupid thing to kick in, for my old phone to stop working and the new one to suddenly spring to life and actually connect to the network... supposed to take four hours... well that was up and hour and a half ago. Getting impatient now.
I want to go get my ring tones back... can't do that without cell service! I think I can simply download them again, as I have already paid for them... I hope so. Will be calling Telecom and demanding they fix it if it turns out otherwise!

The nurse has been and gone... I now have everything I need to change Joshy's dressing every morning before he goes to school. Not pleasant. Have to irrigate the wound, and replace the packing. Not a great way to start the day for either of us. Good thing his pain threshold is so high!

Most evil of all evil things has found a house, which is  good. She can  move in tomorrow. In the meantime she is staying at a holiday park. Which means it's relatively quiet here (as you could no doubt tell by the word count).

Have managed to stuff a chicken and even peel veges... dinner is cooking.

Of course its now sunny and fabulous outside, unlike yesterday - which saw winds so high cars were blown over... and the power was out. High winds, hail, and driving rain kept me amused during the night!  We resorted to turning the heat on last night! Haven't used that in over a month but it was freezing and I hate being cold.

The rest of my day will be spent writing notes for the scenes I want tomorrow. I'm finding the notes and having plot, direction, and characters is a much easier way to approach Nano. Kinda feels like cheating to be so prepared!
But I love it.

Breezy is sounding quite sick now. She's been coughing for a few days but now sounds huffy and puffy. Hmmm, she can knock that the hell off. Probably the sudden release of stress. ha ha ha

Squealer is driving me crazy - she was super helpful then suddenly became a major pain in the ass. Nothing super different there really. Back instantly to her usual self, when I try and do something she starts causing Breezy to scream, or otherwise make untold noise, and ignores me telling her to shut the hell up and get out. Ahhh things so quickly return to normal.
Maybe for the rest of November she can have her ADD meds in the weekends as well as school days. Seems wrong that the stupid school gets to see the cooperative nice child that doesn't stink. And I only get the major pain who does.

Yes I think that's what is going to happen.

Whoops... Breezy is crying... Chris is bellowing. Ha, she was bouncing on the bed! The child is determined to injure herself. I sent her up stairs for running into the ranch slider! - it's only a matter of time before she goes through the freaking glass.

Right off to poke the chicken in the oven. And delight everyone with the silverbeet form our garden... it's not your normal boring dark green with creamy stalks... oh no... we have orange stalks, red stalks, bright pink, yellow and bright white stalks. Even our greens are colorful down here.

Currently listening: Have a Nice Day By Bon Jovi Release date: 2005-09-20

Current mood:  energetic
Category: Writing and Poetry

Today Nanowrimo started for us southern hemisphere writers. Which means me!

After the struggle to remove all the intrusions from my life (four extra people for the last two weeks) this morning and the waiting around for the District nurse - (we gave up at 4 and went out to do the things we needed to do) I doubted I'd get much of a shot at writing.
But I did -somehow- manage to increase my word count to the tune of 2499 words. Saved, turned off pc and readied myself to say goodbye to Evilest-of-all and her kids.

As she left the power went too.

Yep, the power was out, it stayed that way all afternoon. No phone. Couldn't call the nurse back to ask what the hell was going on and why no one had shown up to change Josh's dressing. Grrrrrrr
Truly no phone - my cell phone has been slowly packing one hell of a wobbly... and now I can't make calls. Nor receive them. Nor tell if I have a text. Sounds have gone. I have the words - car kit- where the greeting should be... we are suspecting that's Telecom code for a dying phone. No amount of resetting, removing the battery etc etc will do the least bit to remedy the situation.
Of course my phone is fully charged and useless. .Chris's works but died due to lack of care in the charging department (he never uses his phone so thinks it will last uncharged forever).
Wouldn't you know it - my plan is up next month. I'm sensing a conspiracy. Telecom making sure the phone dies before the plan runs out so I have to buy a new one!! I don't want to buy a new one, I was hoping they'd have a super cool upgrade for me next month, But don't so much want to be without a phone until then. Especially if the powers fritzy.

Was a funny old stormy day really. This morning, early, before eight, I was drying and straightening my hair when the rolling brush stopped rolling. Bloody cord broke. Luckily I have a spare that I'd never used before. Hmmm it doesn't like long hair.
Chris fixed my old one, yay!

We were all subjected to a bored Chris and way way too much quality time this afternoon - I've never been so glad to see the living room light come on in all my life. Josh ran away to Emma's. well not so much run, as hobble to the car and we took him. When he left we had no power, so he was obviously escaping the sinking ship in search of a hot meal. Smart lad.

I'm feeling quite good about the Nanowrimo/Backspace challenge. Especially as I thought today would be a right off (like the last two weeks, writing wise) and surprised myself with getting some good solid writing done in practically no time whatsoever.

Did I express my delight in the evilest-of-all finding somewhere permanent to live? I don't think I did. She text me from the holiday camp she's currently staying in (as of this afternoon) and said she has the house. What a fucn relief. It's in a good place too, right by Countdown stupid market, so should be easy for her to shop. Plus down the road from her friend. Win win there.
And HUGE win here. There's nothing on my bench... no one but Breezy and Squealer in the living room and no yelling. Oh my what peace.

Had an email from K this morning, he said mid-term break is almost over. So hes back to work next week.
Oh look it's almost bedtime for little Miss Breezy. Must give her some Tixilyx, she was coughing and miserable last night again.

Hope you all had an awesome Saturday (or Friday if your slow).

Try and behave.

I'm so want to hear... Ed reckons no news is really good news... I'm inclined to believe both him and Graeme. So here's to no news... oh dear is that a glass in my hand??

Currently listening: Crush By Bon Jovi Release date: 2000-06-13

Time is sadly lacking for me to finish my research prior to Nov first and both Nanowrimo and Backspace marathon kick off.
Made all the more difficult by not being able to use my own pc with all my links - difficult and frustrating and fucn annoying in actual fact.

I can hear the noise downstairs - Breezy and Caedy running riot (it may be literal) and Bex yelling at them. They're gonna run around like loons, cos they're two and that's what they do. (okay Breezy is nearly three, but that's neither here nor there)

I suppose I could go get her and bring her upstairs with me. She'll play quietly by herself with her Bratz. Okay done.

well sort of .. she's now watching Nemo on the laptop. And dying to be pushing buttons... so I'm wondering how long the movie will be playing for!!

As for the rest of my day... it will be spent researching. (in an alternate universe where there is no mess to clean up) I'm getting very sick of cleaning up after everyone. Come Nov first we will be back to our normal selves, minus four extra people, so at least I'll be able to get on with writing. Funnily enough we actually don't make much mess - everything can be dealt with fairly quickly when it's just us five. Breezy has a routine that allows me to write a few hours every day without interruption, and it all swims along nicely. The last two weeks have been filled with hellish long drawn out days of pure frustration. Where nothing gets done when I need it done, the mess is continuous, the noise unbearable, and the extra work created for me unacceptable.
Thank god it's about to end.

Joshy is healing... this is going to be a slow process though as his wound is about two centimeters deep and it ain't nice.

Despite it all, I have an urge to write and have been working on notes. I haven't opened the file since Saturday though - nor have I opened my notebook. I've moved it from Chris's desk to the bedside table and back several times... and now it has a pen sitting in it... so it could well be any minute that I pick that pen up and start scrawling more ideas. Maybe later I'll be able to sit back at my pc and get some things done!!

Right I'm off to do the dishes while Breezy is watching Nemo... of course they haven't been done.
I managed to get some meat out for dinner, post K's birthday present, and pick up a car registration form this morning. (It's taken me a week to get to the freaking post office)
I forgot add a note to K's card to tell him the present isn't so much the flash drive but what's on it. He's been away almost a year - which means he's missed a whole year of his Squealer and Breezy, and also Joshy's basketball games etc. So I dropped a heap of photos and movies onto a flash drive for him. I figured that would catch him up on the happenings here and also be something fairly light to post. It still cost almost $20!! 

right.. dishes...

For anyone wondering, no I haven't heard yet, and i will let you all know as soon as I do.