We are still working on Hugh and Elara’s book.
There is battling. So much battling. Planning of the battling. Describing the preparations to the battling. Executing the actual battling. Scrapping the battling due to it devolving into clinical account of the battling. Starting over. More battling. Some heads being loped off.
Work work work. Workitty.
The computer fixed itself. I didn’t do anything to it. I shut it down overnight, and in the morning it miraculously worked, which is lovely because if it conked out, I would have no choice but go and buy a new one. And reinstall everything. ::shudders:: I don’t even remember my Dropbox password. Having watched the task manager for a few days, I have to say web browsers are eating up a surprising amount of memory.
Oh, I read an advance copy of a really good book by Jennifer Estep. It had badass gladiators in it. Loved. It’s called KILL THE QUEEN. (Mihir, if you haven’t requested it, you should. I think you might really like it.) I’ll talk more about it when I’m coherent. It had wereogres.
Let’s see what else? Gordon’s birthday is coming up. I ordered some goodies for him. The problem is, he will snoop. I know he will. So the question is, do I just surrender to the fact that he will snoop or should I attempt to hide things, which will be taken as a challenge? These things you contemplate after two decades of marriage.
Well that is it for now. I have made a blog update so you will know we are not dead. If you want some sort of decent content, ask some industry questions or something, because I have nothing in my head but battles and moat building at the moment.