It was a perfectly nice BBC/HBO 5 parter. HBO, so, of course, boobs. I may have to look for the books it was based on; Ford Madox Ford was a feminist when that really wasn’t a popular view for a man to take, so good on him.
Word count yesterday was spiffing. I will complete the book in less than two months at this rate, at which point I’m actually going to EDIT it instead of pronouncing it done and shelving it, and then I’m going to find a decent agent (I have some ideas) and if I can’t sell it, I’ll self publish.
When I’m no longer actively writing it, I’ll go to my next project, Tarot for Atheists, and finish that and see if I can get it published (it will be easier than this one, for sure), and then when that’s done, I’ll probably self-publish my homilies. (Homilies, Essays, Rants and Reviews). Then there’s Broad Hints, which includes my ephemeral writing and then A Filker’s Life for Me (all my filk tunes and lyrics in book form), and A Sacrifice to Chronos (all the other songs worth keeping). After that, there’s Child Rearing for Anarchists, whatever materials I’ve put together for the anti-racism workshop (The Racist in Recovery, with free embroidered hankie for those white women tears, dearies).
Cough, which had been much better, is now suddenly much worse, so I’m glad I’ve got DMDE cough medicine in the house. For the first time in my life I’m actually measuring the dosage. Next dose at ten am – I’ve been up since quarter to 2. Don’t know if it’s the moon, or the coughing, or my brain spinning with what new idiocies my characters are up to (reading Michel’s dialog aloud with a Montreal accent made me start coughing again) but sleep has been hard to come by these last few nights.
Fetched home some schnitzel yesterday for supper. Lost my keys and Jeff found them.
I am so glad Keith is having a good and educational time in Australia. I am so happy and proud, I just can’t express it enough.
Word of the Day: rebarbative.