I just pressed the send button, and now Magic! Magic! Magic! Oi! Oi! Oi! is winging its way across the Pacific, and then across mainland USA, all the way to Hudson Street in New York City. Except that, you know, technology, being what it is, my baby is already there. Freaky, eh?
I can now watch the Sri Lanka v South Africa One Day International in good conscience. Who am I barracking for? Sri Lanka, natch. But it would prolly be more interesting for the competition if South Africa won. But, frankly, without Makhaya Ntini South Africa just ain’t that interesting. Even if Sean Pollock does look uncannily like my husband.
Can I just say that I love the extreme slow mos? Beautiful.
I have now worked way more than 20 days straight on finishing MorM 3. In that time I also achieved the following:
- wrote the first 500 to 1,000 words of three other novels.
exchanged many many whingey emails with Holly Black moaning about our novels-in-progress.
was waited on hand and foot by my most excellent husband.
resisted reading the second Temeraire book which Naomi Novik so kindly sent me (so. very. difficult.).
was given a first edition hardcover copy of Steve Waugh’s autobiography by my wonderful Australian publisher, Laura Harris (Something else to resist reading).
chewed my finger nails way beyond the quick (ewwww! Do you know how many times I’ve sworn I would stop that? Aarrghh!)
read the last five chapters of my novel to Scott at least three times. Fortunately for him, each time they were completely different!
wrote five different endings to the novel (two of them so shockingly bad I didn’t read them to Scott).
watched all of Ultraviolet. More thanks to Cat & Rob!
completely failed to arrange accommodation in Bologna.
realised that there is no sport on earth remotely as wonderful as cricket.
And now I fall asleep on the couch watching Sri Lanka defeat South Africa. Yea verily, this is the life!
Update: South Africa won! Wowzer.