That thing called life...
Mar. 7th, 2007 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizwilliamsSpent yesterday running about like headless chicken, but was saved from total loss of sanity by the arrival of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elen_sentier, who also assisted with the radio show last night (talk about having to sing for your supper) and was interesting about saints of the Welsh Marches, among other things.
Today, we have spring weather, after the torrential rain and raging winds of the previous three days. For the animal fans, or those just simply reading for the horror value, Sid spent his first night out, all night, due to accident (black cat in the dark) and is predictably smug about the experience. They grow up so fast. Pippin is here with me in the shop, and I am making him stay behind the counter. HAH! No more playing in the traffic for you, sunshine. He is groaning, like something out of a Gothic novel.
One proposal has gone off to agent, shortly to be followed by another: this latest one is a book set in the same Martian world of BANNER OF SOULS. It feels very odd to revisit this universe, for some reason, but I'm enjoying it. Edits of PRECIOUS DRAGON continue apace.
But the biggest news of the day is that T has had his latest clinic appointment. The consultant oncologist continues to be very pleased (we sent some wine and Venetian chocolates to the consultancy team today and I'm going to enquire about fundraising for the hospital. Fuck's sake, they've saved his life. It's the least we can do). They're putting him on 6-weekly visits for the immediate future, rather than monthly.
elen_sentier, who also assisted with the radio show last night (talk about having to sing for your supper) and was interesting about saints of the Welsh Marches, among other things. Today, we have spring weather, after the torrential rain and raging winds of the previous three days. For the animal fans, or those just simply reading for the horror value, Sid spent his first night out, all night, due to accident (black cat in the dark) and is predictably smug about the experience. They grow up so fast. Pippin is here with me in the shop, and I am making him stay behind the counter. HAH! No more playing in the traffic for you, sunshine. He is groaning, like something out of a Gothic novel.
One proposal has gone off to agent, shortly to be followed by another: this latest one is a book set in the same Martian world of BANNER OF SOULS. It feels very odd to revisit this universe, for some reason, but I'm enjoying it. Edits of PRECIOUS DRAGON continue apace.
But the biggest news of the day is that T has had his latest clinic appointment. The consultant oncologist continues to be very pleased (we sent some wine and Venetian chocolates to the consultancy team today and I'm going to enquire about fundraising for the hospital. Fuck's sake, they've saved his life. It's the least we can do). They're putting him on 6-weekly visits for the immediate future, rather than monthly.
