loot, 09
Ah, the annual book fair. Sunny morning with a breath of chill because it’s early no matter what daylight saving thinks, and I like going into the old hall up by the primary school. I could do without the helpful people running the show crowding the already narrow aisles with offers of boxes, though. Book people bring bags and/or are not shy about asking for boxes. Pop fiction was down this year, no surprise, making me even happier with what I got:
Hot Night – Shannon McKenna. In lovely condition
overlap
I’ve become fond of Etsy. Not surprisingly, so have the characters. Erica, the bibliophile in Illume, insisted I have her favourite tshirt but in olive green instead of blue because we wouldn’t want to be twins. We fell in love with the design because it’s so Mr Froggy Went A Courtin’…
The Hunt
And it arrived today! Prettily wrapped, which is another reason to love purchasing via Etsy because the attention to detail is nice, and in time to show off on Saturday. Thank you Circular Accessories.
really? really
Regaining interest now that the end is hazily in sight. Some of that might be due to sniffing nail polish remover to determine how I can describe its smell… then noticing the warning on the back of the bottle not to inhale the vapours. The researcher’s path is a perilous one.
On a different note, J’Sef of the Illume vampires has requested “Children of the Revolution” be added to his playlist. He’s an interesting one.
Trousseau, word count = 53 515
on the shore, waving
You may have the day off.
Seems like a good idea considering it’s almost 6pm and I’ve opened the file, looked at the file, wandered away… shiny thing? Pretty shiny thing? Here, preeety shinieeees. I could excuse myself by mentioning my internal soundtrack is stuck on Empire of the Sun, great favourite of the Parisian vampires from Illume and I’m considering the edits required to get that book into shape. Or NaNo looms and my buddies are starting to babble about their new plots and I wanna play. Or the lack of words is because I’m sulking I didn’t play on the swings like the guy who was technically out walking his dogs… I can do that tomorrow, too!
Trousseau, word count – 51 042
muddled mandarin
Mmmmm, went to the Writer’s Festival Thriller tribute night a while ago with Miss Little Red Fox and we drank Cinnamon Mandarin Side Car, citrus overcoming my berry flavour preference lately. The lack of seating was dire, the poets interpreting the songs were forgettable (please, please), the bluesy swing cover of “Beat It” rates as one of the best (as an anthem it rocks), and the cocktails were tasty.
We always have cocktails in Pandora’s Edge. Especially for the milestone moments like today: 50 000! I like this site for history and recipes: 1806, which was the year cocktail was first defined in print.
Trousseau, word count = 50 047
flutter
…of the heart kind, for the second seduction scene shaped up last night. Unfortunately I choose to sleep rather than stick with it so now I have to read my way back into the mood, or skip ahead and wait until dark. That’s a much better idea.
Also, the appeal of coffee has worn off. Green tea is likewise losing its attraction. Hmmmm. What to sip from now on?
Trousseau, word count = 45 055
fidelis
While I’m still not cheating on the novel-in-progress, I can’t help noticing the librarians are becoming restless. They’re a regency-sci fi project and an odd set of characters: already married when I met them, though one of those situations is under review. According to the dream which woke me up at 4am the other morning, the second marriage is in mid-spat… and Ria sounds a lot like the vocalist on Dragonette’s Pick up the Phone. Got to love the track for the band name alone but I’m besotted with some of the imagery.
Pity it’s on the wrong playlist for now. Which I must stop listening to… yay! word count!
Trousseau, word count = 42 802
Look Lively, word count =1 173
snicker
… because it’s raining on Grand Final day, and I found the Blue song in the Pandora’s playlist… trust those fool psychics to tune in to the da ba dee line. Hmm, don’t think I can trust the expected outcome of the secondary romance this time round. Probably the difference is Blake and Stella share A Past. After realising that nothing says I still love you like preventing assassination but a bunch of flowers would be nicer, is there enough to build a future?
Trousseau, word count = 36 068
