The fourth set of edits for Buying Mackenzie’s Baby have just been shot into the ether. Now I have to wait on the final edits.
Almost there, hehe
The fourth set of edits for Buying Mackenzie’s Baby have just been shot into the ether. Now I have to wait on the final edits.
Almost there, hehe
I found myself on a reader’s recommended list today… Isn’t that nice *grin*
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The Ent just called. Frodo’s head teacher just phoned him to say that she’ll be putting him on the register for Reception next year.
Since this is much better than one of her other options, ie finding him a place at a special school, we’re happier. We were prepared for him to repeat a year. And if he still isn’t ready to move on next year, then we know we’ll have to look at our options again.
Frodo is very happy at his school. And we didn’t want him to move.
Now we just have to sort out the help he needs.
On another good note, the Mackenzie edits are done and sent off. Big relief. Huge. Massive.
And if good things come in threes, can I put my order in for winning the lottery jackpot this week?
I had a chat on Samhain today… and completely over posted LOL
Yahoo and I clashed in a battle of the titans. I think Yahoo might have won. *sigh*
And on another Yahoo note, I’m officially out of Triskelion Social.
What’s one more stressing thing this week? LOL
Ho hum.
Some morons, driven out from the park at the top of the street, smashed a ball against our front windows. Luckily, they’re toughened glass.
The idiot sent to retrieve said ball from our garden probably got the fright of his life when a stressed, seriously pissed off woman vented at him through the window.
Right or wrong, it made me feel better, LOL
Frodo might have to go to a special school.
I’m still trying to decide how I feel about this… It’s hard.
… it’s too bloody hot to blog… Argh!
Were you jumping up and down and shouting ‘Oh my God!’ at the end of tonight’s episode…?
Yup. Me too. *grin*
“Since this is what you turned me into.” Jarod waves at himself before he picks up the glass pot of burning silver liquid. He twists it. Shakes it. “I plan to use it.”
“Don’t!” I grab the pot out of his hand. I place it carefully on the battered bench and step back. I start breathing again. “Do that.” I glare at him. “This isn’t your world. The rules are different here.”
“There has to be magick.” He paces the vaulted room, his hands behind his back. “And I’m sure there’s someone around here whose life you’re destroying.”
“Jarod…”
He stops, turns. That silver gaze fixes on me. “Deny it.”
“Alesh.”
“Thought so.”
“How did you get here?”
He stares up at the windows, three narrow slits high on one wall. Harsh sunlight splinters to the floor around him, through him. “You set me free.” The smile he directs at me prickles my skin. “And I have some time to kill.”
And that disturbs me more than anything else.