BH: 537

Another productive day yesterday, overall. Just hit the minimum for writing—but I did do it early, and good thing, too, because the evening took a spontaneous turn. But I also edited my synopsis for What Beck’ning Ghost down from 4 to 2 pages (not an easy task!) to send it to a publisher that’s actively seeking similar books right now, which puts my proposal list for that novel up to 3. I shopped for groceries, worked on an SCA article, and hung out with Ken at lunchtime. I watched Charmed and did light exercise.

When I shopped, I got everything for tacos (Ken’s request) except the taco shells—and we have only two in the pantry. Ken realised as he was pulling into the driveway that he forgot to pick them up on the way home. But he’d run other errands that had taken him by the movie theatre, so he came in and offered me dinner and The Two Towers, and how could I refuse something like that? We ate at a little kebab place by the theatre—it was reasonably good and inexpensive, so it’ll be an alternative to Chinese if we want to pick something up on a given night. What can I say about The Two Towers that hasn’t already been said? Except, perhaps, wow. (Which has been said, I know!) Better the second time—easier to see subtleties, and not sitting in the second row meant we got to see the whole screen. I cried twice. Still want to make that wall hanging in Arwen’s room…

Then we came home and watched “Buffy”, which we’d taped. Uhm, ack. That issue about that person, which a lot of us have been discussing, was finally noticed by the rest of the characters. But they didn’t explain it by the end of the episode! Very disturbing episode, yet with lots of laugh-out-loud moments. Somebody e-mail me privately so I can talk about it!

I may be coming down with a cold, but I’m resisting mightily. Been sneezing a little, been stuffy a little. Woke up with a bit of a sore throat, but that could be because the house was cold and I was mouthbreathing because I was stuffy. I bought juice (it would help if I drank it, I suppose!) and I’m still taking daily Echinacea, so we’ll keep our healthy fingers crossed.

Ken’s off to Portland this afternoon, ah well. He’s staying home this morning, though. Will take the car in for an oil chance and a smog check. He’ll be back Friday evening as usual. I’ll be off to a Costumer’s Guild meeting tonight and a Baronial Council meeting on Thursday night, so I’ll be keeping busy. And I’m currently planning on heading out to Borders Thursday afternoon and writing for a few hours, thus avoiding traffic.

Less than two weeks until the new Styx album! There’s an interesting e-card regarding it at www.styxworld.com (and three songs to download). Check it out!

It’s strange when you know yourself well enough to be able to step back and analyse what’s going on even as you’re feeling bad. Almost annoying, really. I started feeling all maudlin after Ken left, and I was too restless to read and too emotional to write and… I knew it was more to do with this proto-cold than anything. Much to my surprise, I ended up outside, pulling large ugly plants up and getting rid of the dead grapevine. I guess I needed physical activity (despite the fact that I was draggy from being proto-ill. Yes, I’m still refusing to accept that this might become a cold. Be a cold. Ssssh, it might hear you!)

Showered, ate, and went off to Costumer’s Guild meeting. Which was fun. I may go over to Ceridwen’s on Friday to help her sew for Estrella (she sells garb as well as does massages at Wars). I might go over on Sunday, too, if (a) Ken goes off to work on the bike and (b) nobody else wants to go to the Kingdom Embroidery Guild meeting up north-ish.

Got home, talked to Ken, and now it’s late and I still haven’t written, although I’ll at least eke out those 500 words before I take Nyquil and crash. Who knows, maybe I’ll feel loopy enough that I’ll just keep writing. Stranger things have been known to happen…