Another day wiped off the map.
It’s only 7pm and I’m completely knackered again. At this rate Merlin is never going to be finished and I’m not even thinking about Reluctant!
I webbed about for info on guidance systems for solid fuel missiles – see, I said it wasn’t the normal Arthurian tale – and have a fair idea how this scene is going to end. I just have to write the bloody thing. I want it over by the weekend. Mainly because I have to start decorating Samwise’s room and I need to write a bit of Alchemy for my Monday course.
And it’s February. Already.