More good writing words from Neil Gaiman:

“The main rule of writing is that, if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you're allowed to do whatever you like.”

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Yesterday… Hm. Something of a blur, really. I wasn’t in a good space, and so I didn’t get much done. Didn’t care, either, which was the crux of the spatial problem.

The definite highlight of the day was lunch with Jenn, Christine, and Vera. A good writerly lunch at the Literati again, with much chatting. I think that I’ve been convinced to go to the RWA National Conference next year. It’s in Reno, so not that far away. This was my year for workshops; perhaps next year should be my con year.

That’s about all I did yesterday, sadly. The drive back wasn’t pleasant. Most of it was typical 405 fwy crap, nothing unexpected. But when I got near home, and the 405/22 interchange, I was reminded of the true, deep, abiding idiocy of Southern California drivers. Normally I take the 22 exit and then the first exit off it (which is actually before the 22 even starts), to take a shortcut/back way home. But as I approached the exit for the 22, there was a lit sign saying the 22 was closed at Valley View because of an accident. Since Valley View is the road I needed, I figured it didn’t make sense to try to take the first part of the exit at all. So I got over two lanes (because two lanes drop into the 22).

Nobody else, however, got over. Not until they got to the flares and cops. Instead of steadily merging over and allowing traffic to keep moving, everyone tried to shoot ahead and then shove over, efficiently stopping traffic.

About as idiotic as whomever decided that the M25 around London needed to have different speed limits every five miles.

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Spent the rest of yesterday phaffing about. We declined to go to Costume Guild because neither of us really felt well enough. I fully intended to use the time to go out to the sewing room, but I didn’t. So there you have it.

Today, I grudgingly got up when the second alarm went off (I swear I got more than 8 hours’ sleep, so I don’t know why it was so hard to wake up) and went to a much overdue hair appt. So at least my hair is the right colour now. _Something’s_ right. ;-)

This afternoon, if I can fully shake this headache, I’ll work on WtW edits and maybe even do some sewing. Happily, I did make a few notes about AETW whilst at the salon, so that project is shaping up nicely to be dealt with after WtW.

We can’t seem to get our travel plans to shape up nicely, though, and that’s frustrating.

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Gack. I finally hauled myself out to the sewing room, refitted the pattern for my Turkish coat, and started cutting out the lining. When I realised that another project had been forgotten: I was going to paint Caidan crosses on a parasol for Her Majesty. To give to her this weekend. Crap. Things looked up, however, when I discovered that I have the right colour fabric paint, so I can actually do the painting tonight after the Baronial Council meeting. It should be dry by Saturday morning.

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Nope, went out to dinner after the meeting (The Olde Ship pub again, eh. I had a nicely hot curry, but it had, of all things, broccoli in it. I like broccoli, but not in my curry.), and now it’s late. I’ll be painting in the morning and hoping for fast drying.

Still vaguely headachy. But we don’t have to set an alarm tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to a good, long night’s sleep and cuddle.