It's Richard II's 640th birthday today *sends him cakes and ale, wherever he is*
Have left the Tower to simmer and started writing the prologue-y bit, because when you have a bit wot refuses to be written and a bit wot screams to be written, well, hell, life is hard enough, yes?
Words: 18 309.
For now, anyway. There might be more later, but now I want food and a shower and possibly a nap. This needing to sleep huge amounts is annoying, and I wish I could mail some of the excess sleep to
the_red_shoes, who is having trouble sleeping lately.
Still owe emails and phone calls all over the place.
Have left the Tower to simmer and started writing the prologue-y bit, because when you have a bit wot refuses to be written and a bit wot screams to be written, well, hell, life is hard enough, yes?
Words: 18 309.
For now, anyway. There might be more later, but now I want food and a shower and possibly a nap. This needing to sleep huge amounts is annoying, and I wish I could mail some of the excess sleep to
Still owe emails and phone calls all over the place.
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Date: 2007-01-07 01:40 am (UTC)