Finished the book in a 'have written last word, can't bear to start revising yet, but there are 86,268 words in a row, so yay' kind of way. It's with the adorable wesleysgirl
who's kindly agreed to read it and tell me the most suckiest bits so that I can fix them. I'm in the sort of mood where I can't imagine anyone publishing it let alone buying it or even reading it for free with a kitten and a cookie thrown in, but I know that will pass and I'll be practising modest, witty comments for when the New York Times tell me it's on the best seller list.*
I now have no excuse not to do housework. Darn. I'd write some fanfic to stave off the evil moment but it's been so long that I think I've forgotten how.
The wild violets are clustered thickly in the lawn at the top. As it's been such a late, cold spring, I looked back at my LJ entry about them last year
to compare dates and it was made on April 15th, so, yes, they're a bit later but not a lot.
I was spluttering with outrage during one commercial during Glee. It was on Global, which also does NCIS. They flash quotations up with a voiceover and in the NCIS one they spelled 'Gibbs' as 'Gibb's'. TWICE. Gibb's! That makes no sense at all!
David took Monday off (it's not an automatic holiday here in Canada) and we drove though the rain to London. I'd researched ahead of time and there's a street with a pocket of anime and book shops. Eleanor was starry-eyed with joy and could eaily have spent hundreds of dollars if only she had them, and I bought some unusual flavors of Pocky
for her anime party in the summer (they're wafer sticks coated with chocolate or flavored stuff from Japan and kind of the in thing with her anime loving crowd). Our supermarket does milk, dark, and strawberry ones but this shop had white chocolate, choc/caramel and PUMPKIN as well as some of the giant ones. Pumpkin! Why? No, I don't know either.
In the used bookstore, I had that feeling you get when you know you're going to find something and I did. There's a mystery author called Dana Stabenow, love her books, set in Alaska, and I knew that years back she did three SF books, totally out of print and I've never seen them. I guess I could order online but I always hoped I'd find them and I got one! Red Planet Run for two dollars. Happy dance time.
Stoke won 3-0 last night and are virtually safe from relegation though it's mathematically possible still so not partying yet. So proud. I take some credit as I watched in my shirt, with my mug, AND I wore my lucky socks, the ones I was wearing when we beat Bolton 5-0. Sadly, Matty Etherington tore his hamstring and might not be fit for the FA Cup final. Hope he can at least play a few minutes; he's earned the right to be there.
I have to admit I choked up a bit hearing the Britannia crowd roar out their newish song in response to the Arsene Wengers of the world criticising their style (or lack of):
We'll play how we like
We'll play how we like
We're Stoke City, we'll play how we like
Yes. We will. *I don't really do this. Oscar acceptance speeches, yes, but who doesn't do them?