Arright, I added the TQB scene this morning, and I quite like it, and it takes care of a loose end that I now won't have to deal with in the second book. Since I've already got about fifteen characters whose stories need telling in PRETENDER'S CROWN, it's something of a relief to have that particular bit wrapped up. Whew. :) And the book is 146K. I know I have friends who will mock my puny wordcount, but damn, that am a lot of book!

Sunday evening I went over to the train station to drop a copy of WINTER MOON with tarshaan, and once irishkate and I had put her on the train to go home, we, er, stood around in the parking lot talking about Harry Potter (complete with getting very vague about details or falling silent when people walked by, Just In Case) for an hour and a half. And then about other stuff for another half hour. *laugh* Oops. :) So I didn't do my Chance page, so I better do that today.

I managed to get a gym membership yesterday! Yay! I may do something nutty this afternoon like go to the gym! Crazy talk! It's gorgeous out, so I'm going to find the sunblock and go for a walk, too. Luffley.

Uh, what else. Oh, right. We spent pretty much all of yesterday afternoon and evening watching season 1 BSG, which was too much television to watch, but which was also very good. I was startled to realize that by the end of season 1, not quite two months have passed since the beginning of the mini-series. I like that.

*LAUGHS* Ok, I don't know what reminded me of this, but when we were in Bray last week Breic wanted to sing a song, but he wanted one without any words, so I suggested the Imperial March (not by name, but by going DUM DUM DA DUM DUM DA DUM DUM DA DUM!). Breic looked appalled and said, "I don't want the Darth Vader song! That's a *scary* song!" (He ended up singing 'Galop Infernal', I believe, and knew at *least* as much of it as I do.)

Oh yeah, and Zilli totally suckered me this morning. He'd gotten up on the desk to watch me eat breakfast so he'd be there to sneak over and steal the milk from the bottom of the bowl when I was done. However, just as I finished, Ted came out of the bedroom and I handed him the bowl to take downstairs as he went. Zilli sat bolt upright and said, *very* piteously, "Meew!"

So of course I took the bowl back and let Zilli have the milk. *laughs* Sucker!

ytd wordcount: 130,000
miles to Minas Tirith: 237