My life in your hands, Amelia Pond
My Easter weekend was/is complete with the above, the rest is just fanciful trimmings.
We've lost our heatwave, so the reading has wandered a little and I've been hiding out in my study again pretending to get work done and at times actually getting work done. I'm rewriting a few short stories, pulling them apart and making something brand new. I've also been scratching plans for something other, but hush, we don't tempt the fates for fear they'll scratch out our eyes, pierce our brain and remove such delightful wonderings.
Assuming they're delightful at all, we are at *spark point* and everything is amazing, brilliant, 'OMG! Why didn't I think of that before' there.
Beware, the monsters are coming.
