Baking Day

[rolanni]

Bread’s in the oven for the first rise. Next on the agenda is to start the lentil soup for the meal we eat in the middle of the day, which we call dinner. Lunch is the lighter meal that we eat at the end of the day. Or possibly at the very, very skinniest half-hour of tomorrow.

For those tracking deliveries: Just My Type and the CD set of A Night in the Lonesome October have made it safely to the Cat Farm. Still to arrive is The Sleeping Partner, and The Shattered Vine.

Last night, after I was finished with Necessity’s Child, I started reading the contents of the file marked “Steve’s Klamath,” being a chronicle of the life and times of Corporal Miri Robertson, late of Surebleak.

For those wondering what the devil is keeping the woman from getting new words done on Necessity’s Child — new words are getting done, but they’re getting done in existing chapters as scenes shift, expand or contract. It looks like I should have announced these first 60,495 words A Draft. Who knew?

So, anyhow, not much of interest to see here at the moment.

Cat census: Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps, and Mozart is still curled up in my spot in the bed, now that I’ve had the good grace to vacate.

That’s all I’ve got.

What’s doing at your house?

Originally published at Sharon Lee, Writer. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

What's new? I found the missing cell phone - a relief since the Aussie cousins
currently visiting DC were going to contact me on it in order to arrange a
rendevous. I mailed a book to a customer. I dropped off stuff to the landlord and
opened the shop.

Now I'm staring at invoices and wondering which one to start with first.

Oh - I was thinking last night, if you like Georgette Heyer, you'd like CS Harris'
mysteries. Maybe you've read them already? The first is WHAT ANGELS FEAR.
I, as per my usual luck, started them in the middle, then went back and read them in order. Lots of history.
Lauretta@ConstellationBooks

[melita66.livejournal.com]

Waiting on ups to drop off my partner's passport complete with UK visa--which he doesn't actually need now. Then go to work after getting a 'flu shot. First ever! I can't remember the last time I actually caught a 'flu as opposed to a cold, but they keep telling me my immune system's down due to pregnancy. So.

I ordered The Sleeping Partner direct from the publisher--one day before someone announced that it was shipping from Amazon. Now I just hope my copy arrives before WFC so I can get it signed!

[attilathepbnun.livejournal.com]

I found the directions for the Richard III Society meeting I'm going to tomorrow -- yaay!
The dog is sleeping, two of the cats are napping on various pillows and the third is who-knows-where .... and it's raining

Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps

[barbinbandon.livejournal.com]

Scrabble has *multiple* heffalumps? Lucky feline.

Re: Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Scrabble had a floofy blue blanket with manymany heffalumps on it. She is very fond of her floofy heffalumps.

Re: Scrabble sleeps with the heffalumps

[catlinye-maker.livejournal.com]

Oh, whew. That sounds nice! I'm afraid my mind immediately went to "sleeps with the fishes" and I became deeply concerned before my commonsense caught up and told me firmly that something like that wouldn't get an offhand mention.

None of our cats are speaking to us this evening; we just got settled from a 400 mile drive day and as we're in VA headed for Dallas (and need to be there Tuesday) I expect a lot of feline cold shoulder for the next several days.