I got over the writing hump this morning. Which is cool – cos it was bugging me that I couldn’t move the scene forward. I’m almost at the end and that is just not fair, LOL. But it’s sorted. And I tied up one problem I was having into the theme. Which is double cool. *grin*

Exploding went down well, I think. It was met with a sort of stunned silence on one half of the room. And, of course, next week no one will be sitting next to me.

Which reminds me. I bottled out of phoning NY. I’m going to wait until the end of the month. It’s been in their office a fair amount of time. It can wait that bit longer.

I also realised today that if Treebeard hates the Hero from Exploding, he’s going to despise the Hero from Alchemy.

Tough. *insert evil cackling here*

Anyway, back to Nimue and her revenge…

I want to get Merlin’s Price finished. I do. Honest.

So what have I spent the morning doing? Besides trying to convince a very tired Samwise that he does need to go to sleep. I’ve been Blog-Dogging. My word. Just invented it right now. Probably *grin*

I will now stop racing through blogs. Sniffing bits here, giving others a test lick.
All right. That’s probably too much dog metaphor.
I have new ideas what to do with mine. Which is good.
I can see why Blogs are addictive, though.

So much easier to mess about with, update, and generally have fun with, than a static website. Well, it would be if I could arm-twist the pass word for the Web FTB out of Treebeard.

I’m now on the hunt for banner software. They seem to be another key weapon in the battle to self advertise.

It’s… 13:00… so I’ll probably get in some reading for the course tonight. Some overly long, short stories. Hmmm

I sent the first 2 pages of Exploding… That’ll be fun. *WEG*

I can see the end of Merlin’s Price. *triple hurrah*

It could be finished by next week. Send it out to be shredded. Write it and then sub.

Hopefully, it’ll be out for consideration first week in February. Which would then cover my goal for subbing something in Feb. Yay.

Then I have to think about the Vow writing challenge for Deep-Magic. And then I really really can’t put off writing Reluctant, LOL

Hand grenades, chemical weapons and guided missiles…

I know my Merlin is insane… but does he have to drag me along with him?

This is part of big final battle scene for Merlin’s Price. I think it might be getting a bit out of hand, don’t you? Especially for 5th century Cheshire, LOL

And I have to get Treebeard to sort out my FTP uploading of piccies. I’m going into withdrawal.

Anyway, back to the battle plan.

Should Grandma Gandalf be teaching 21 month old Samwise to sing Patsy Cline songs?

And Treebeard has taken it upon himself to torture song after song, night after night. At some point, I am going to burn that piano from Grandma Saruman to ashes.

Back to Merlin and Nimue, half way up a hill and waiting for all hell to break loose…

I’ve finally muscled my way back into writing Merlin. YAY.

Now, I’m sure there’s a crow bar lying around here somehere that’ll get me back into Reluctant.

Btw, go look at Feath’s Bookcase – the link’s on the right under Writing Ideas. There’s some good stuff for generating ideas. I found the Throne Room for Alchemy after about the third image on the picture page. And thinking about it, the Inn for the middle of the story. Very cool

I realised last night that she was insisting on the wrong international code when she took my phone number. Bum. She was also having trouble with the concept of ‘co.uk.’ And email addresses.

If no one has contacted me by Monday, then I’ll have to try again.

I phoned… I even got through…

But ten minutes later I’m still talking to the girl on the front desk.

She took my name and email. She’ll be getting back to me.

Not thinking about it.

I’m not.

Honest

*biting nails*

So I finally build up the courage to ring.

I have the international code, the dates of the sub – when I sent it and when they received it from the acknowledgement postcard. Even what I’d say initially.

Frodo and Samwise are distracted by Cbeebies.
Me upstairs with the phone, the pad and a pen.

All ready.

It rings. They answer…
…but it’s a recording.
The office is shut because it’s Martin Luther King day.

Argh.
So I have to build up the courage again for tomorrow. *sigh*