Yes, this does look like…you know what. Yay science!
I’m not allowed to read books at the moment, what with being a bit busy trying to write one. But I’m dangling, like a carrot before a donkey, the prospect of Moomins when I finish. I can’t even remember which ones I’ve read, but I plan to devour them all (along with a supper of pine-needles, to keep me going through the long winter months). I’ve reread most of the books I adored as a kid, even the elusive King of the Copper Mountains by Paul Biegel – which turned out to be even weirder than I remembered, but still wonderful – but I haven’t laid eyes on the Hemulen, Too-Ticky et al since I was about ten. Something tells me they won’t have got less odd over time…
No, I haven’t finished revising Girl Meets Cake yet. 😦 The deadlinefish continues to nibble at my toes nightly: I continue to stare at the sizeable chunk I still have to rewrite. I met up with MG Harris (for lunch! I’m allowed to eat lunch!) and she shared her ‘completion anxiety‘ over finishing #3 of The Joshua Files (while simultaneously editing #2, the show-off). I’ve got ‘incompletion anxiety’, I reckon. I wrote some jokes this morning, though. I think they were funny. It’s getting hard to tell. However, none of this will matter, as I’ve seen the cover for the UK edition, and it’s so enticingly fabulous that it probably won’t matter what’s inside. (I didn’t say that. Don’t quote me. It’ll be brilliant, honest. With jokes in it and everything. Some of which may be funny. What do you want, blood?)
Inconveniently rekindling my desire to watch The Professionals all day (damn you, ITV4), failing to reply to blog comments (sorry, am rubbish), becoming obsessed with baked potatoes (Marfona, people: it’s the only way).