Leaped over a tricky scene in The Ghosts of Folding Time and added 2760 words to its pot, and wrote the second draft of a short (Asylum of Lost Shoes) which has lurked in my story file since September 30th. Bad me. Though, I am only following Mr King's advice in allowing that story to brew. Some of the stories hiding in that file are monsters though. Seriously ugly monsters.
Luckily all is well with the technology now, so I can skip downstairs and watch the rather cute Andrew Lee Potts play with some dinosaurs in Primeval. And ooh, I get a double dose of ALP this week as Alice (which I didn't even know existed until last week - thank you Carrie) arrives in the UK.
Life is sweet.
