FINALLY.

I've finally finished knitting the blanket I started in August. Had a moment of panic when I took it out of the washer and discovered three places where my yarn joins had broken, but with the help of a crochet hook and some safety pins, I got it back in one piece. The yarn is marvelously soft, though it pilled a bit in the dryer. I'll just warn whoever gets it in the gift exchange that too much washing will result in the need for a sweater shaver.

And now I'm going to bed.

Rrrr! Brains!

Sigh. I'm editing down the Sex Scene that Wouldn't Die. Its graphic intensity rivals the heaviest slash, and, well, it's TEN PAGES LONG. (Remember this one? Plot plot plot plot, TEN PAGES OF....) Alas, in order to fit with the rest of the book, the most, er, shameless bits need to be taken down a notch.

Yes, this sucks. Big time.

At least I decided against cutting the whole thing. For now. Le sigh.

Rrrr.

It's been a great day. Apart from a 30-minute workout kicking my ass, I felt pretty normal today (rare for a methotrexate day). The only real downer is that I have to go to bed in a minute because I feel good. Sleep will keep me feeling that way. And I was so looking forward to staying up with my latest NetFlix haul. Sigh.

A Dangerous Man: Lawrence After Arabia, btw. OMFG, Ralph Fiennes and Siddig El Fadil. Yum.

Fannish encroachment

In a 145K-word book, is it too much to have two (possibly three) subtle fannish references? One is unintentional, one is deliberate, and the maybe is deliberate and comparatively very, very obscure. (I can't remember if it got cut or not. Don't think so, though.)

Bah. Who knows? I'll poke Colleen next read and see what she thinks.

The temp today has dropped from nearly 60F to below freezing. I'm really, really glad I decided to take my car into the shop in mid-afternoon rather than evening or, worse, tomorrow morning. Eek. Nothing wrong, AFAIK--just lube, oil, and filter, a tire check, a squeaky belt, and a possible blown fuse. My poor car. There's so much crap in it, including a pimp hat and a random Halloween cloak of indeterminate origin.

Back to writing. I'm about edited out for the evening, but I've got through a LOT in the past 48 hours, including a scene that needed to be reconstructed from the ground up.

**looks out the window** I fear this is a night for Postum and ramen. Mmm, ramen.

Less crap.

Seems the trans isn't completely shot. However, it's blown a gasket somewhere in the middle, and the whole thing will have to be removed in order to do a $1 repair. You have no idea how annoying this is. Better than the alternative, though.

Still, if his car ever leaks fluid again and it takes him six weeks to care, I'm tying him naked to the side of our chimney. In February.

Well, crap.

The Import's car's AC needs a new compressor, and now the transmission's shot.

There goes Christmas.

Retail Hell

Getting up to work retail on Black Friday is much, much easier after you've had good, long snuggles with three separate cats. Apparently, the "black" part indicates one of the kitties.

Ahh.

It's amazing what a new purple bra can do for your self image.

Website Stuff and Things

In order to put off cleaning the kitchen (hey, I'm doing laundry, at least), I've made some actual updates to my website. I still need to seriously update the links page--adding all of my fellow Colleen clients, unless anyone objects--but I've got my Works to Date updated, as well as some bio info. Most of the bio info is about the cats, because the cats are, obviously, the most important thing in my life. (Baby's asleep by my chair. I don't want to wake and enrage her by saying anything else.)

In other news, I've washed every dirty towel in the house, thrown some blankets in the washer, and completely ignored the train wreck in the kitchen sink. Given that I just took my mtx (methotrexate) dose last night, I think I'm doin' pretty darn well.

In sewing machine news, I'm trying to decide between an amazing sewing-only machine, or a fairly bare-bones sewing-and-embroidery machine. The first comes with a walking foot (yes, this is a big deal), but the second is an embroidery machine. Machine embroidery is crack. I want a high-end sew-emb machine, but that'll have to wait until I've sold some novels.

Which reminds me, I need to get my butt in gear. Editing, ho!

Ohhhhh. =)

I just had a long, kisses-packed snuggle with my Precious Baby Angel. =) Stinky kitten kisses are the best!