Thank goodness cheques are dying...
Jan. 1st, 2010 02:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erastesI always get the wrong date for at least a month... Dad has phoned three times to know what the date is. I didn't make sure he had a new diary, bad me. Still, it's good that he now relies on it.
We had snow last night, but only a dusting, then it went under the sunshine - but now it's snowing again. Nothing much on the menu for today, other than updating Speak Its Name (done) and waiting for the new Doctor Who.
I need to get my novella FINISHED so I can get on with the next novel--the subject of which is still very much in abeyance.
I was inspired to write Mere Mortals, and the previous ones, but although I'm constantly bunnied every time I see a film or read a book and think "hmm. this era needs a gay story" I still haven't had anything PING me with a character or a plot. Bah. Perhaps I should just start writing something, and hope for the best. I do have an "in"- if you get my meaning - for Fleury's adventures, so perhaps I'll attempt that. It's the research behind it that's putting me off, though - America in the 1820's was not only hugely different from England in the 1820's but EACH AREA was different from the other - Boston would be nothing like New Orleans, New Orleans vitally different from California.... etc etc. And he's going to travel around and get in and out ofbed with nubile men mischief. as it won't be as much fun to set it in one place, as if he gets into young men's undergarments trouble as often as he's planning to do, he'll need to be moving from place to place.
Lucius is fine, he would send his thanks for your kind thoughts but he considers it his due, so he's not grateful at all. I am, though. At present he's sulking because Lili has requisitioned the "other" storage heater. She has (as I've mentioned before) a cat platform next to the main storage heater (up this end of the room) but when it gets really cold I'm forced to turn the other one on, which pumps out my heat and she decamps. However that chair is usually Lucius's - and he's too well-bred to chuck her off. I would. And no, he won't sit on her vacant seat either, because it's HERS. I despair. He's twice her size. I should be happy he's so gentle, I suppose. Both of the boys let her beat them up, too. Which is "playing" by her standards. They lie flat on the floor and wave their paws at her, and she attempts to whack them on the head.
Typical. I put a second chair by the radiator. Lili promptly gets off and goes back to her original spot.
CATS!!!! Can't eat 'em, can't put them in the blender.
We had snow last night, but only a dusting, then it went under the sunshine - but now it's snowing again. Nothing much on the menu for today, other than updating Speak Its Name (done) and waiting for the new Doctor Who.
I need to get my novella FINISHED so I can get on with the next novel--the subject of which is still very much in abeyance.
I was inspired to write Mere Mortals, and the previous ones, but although I'm constantly bunnied every time I see a film or read a book and think "hmm. this era needs a gay story" I still haven't had anything PING me with a character or a plot. Bah. Perhaps I should just start writing something, and hope for the best. I do have an "in"- if you get my meaning - for Fleury's adventures, so perhaps I'll attempt that. It's the research behind it that's putting me off, though - America in the 1820's was not only hugely different from England in the 1820's but EACH AREA was different from the other - Boston would be nothing like New Orleans, New Orleans vitally different from California.... etc etc. And he's going to travel around and get in and out of
Lucius is fine, he would send his thanks for your kind thoughts but he considers it his due, so he's not grateful at all. I am, though. At present he's sulking because Lili has requisitioned the "other" storage heater. She has (as I've mentioned before) a cat platform next to the main storage heater (up this end of the room) but when it gets really cold I'm forced to turn the other one on, which pumps out my heat and she decamps. However that chair is usually Lucius's - and he's too well-bred to chuck her off. I would. And no, he won't sit on her vacant seat either, because it's HERS. I despair. He's twice her size. I should be happy he's so gentle, I suppose. Both of the boys let her beat them up, too. Which is "playing" by her standards. They lie flat on the floor and wave their paws at her, and she attempts to whack them on the head.
Typical. I put a second chair by the radiator. Lili promptly gets off and goes back to her original spot.
CATS!!!! Can't eat 'em, can't put them in the blender.
