Accompanied, as you see, by the Walker Papers (and, somewhat startlingly, a bit of Robert Newcomb thrown in). Yay! :) (I have a bunch more in-the-wild pictures people've sent me over the last couple years. I need to get all of them posted one of these days.)
After I walked up and down Blarney Street nine hundred times on Friday, irishkate came over and made me go for another walk, so I did five or six miles Friday. My feets were tired! And now I'm only 32 miles from Minas Tirith, so I'm going to try to finish that journey in November despite travelling all over the damned place. It'd be nice to get more than that done, but c'mon, I'm going to be in Fairbanks in November for a week (ellenmillion, we need to get together while I'm there!). Odds of walking further than from the door to the car are very slim.
I'm doing NaNoWriMo (I'm ce_murphy on the site if you want to Nanobuddy me), because it happens that I've got about 50K left to write on HANDS OF FLAME, and we've moved long past needing to do a death march. This needs to be more like a death sprint. While travelling for three weeks. Oi. Anyway, so toonowrimo will be up and running for November, and anybody who wants to join in the
We took Mom and Dad to see Stardust last night. I love that movie. *beams* In fact, I'd go see it *again* in the theatre. I don't remember the last movie I was willing to see in the theatre three times. Maybe X2, which I saw at least three times, since we'd gotten tickets for a 2pm show, then, in a fit of weakness, went to the midnight premiere, and then I went again on the Sunday with rain_girl_ak, who should post something one of these days. And I might've gone again with Dad.
This weekend has been the jazz festival in Cork and I have *totally failed* to attend any of it. Next year I will do better, dammit.
I've gotten a leetle tiny bit of writing done this weekend, and now I'll go do a little more. Yay me. :)
miles to Minas Tirith: 348