I had a good day, writing-wise. Translated several pages, so that the next chapter is half-done now. *is relieved* I needed to push on, too, because next week promises to be busy with other stuff again.
I wasn't expecting anything today as I had a late night and an early morning (I wish someone would explain to cats about weekends). However, the Muse settled upon me and I logged 3,006 words this morning, and another story nearly done.
a taste -
The woman Napoleon Solo was helping was looking a bit anxious. He came up to her and offered her the bottle with a flourish. “Margaret, my sweet, serve your guests this and they will never want to leave.”
“It’s my son-in-law and his brother… I’m not keen on them staying too long.” Margaret studied the label. “This does sound good, though.”
Napoleon, without missing a beat, turned and pulled another bottle off the rack. “Then try this one. It’s good, but not too good. Save that one for when the ladies come.”
“You are sweet, Napoleon, thank you.” She added the bottles, along with four more to her little cart. “What would we do without you?”
“Drive sober?” Alfred, his head clerk, murmured softly and Napoleon slapped him gently in the stomach. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
I did knit through all the little afternoon concerts, and I'm more or less back to where it was before it all went wrong - the band of plain knitting between the main lacy bit and the edge.
I will report on words when I have some!
But hopefully I'll have more soon once I'm less distracted by knitting to a deadline...
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on 2019-11-16 06:55 pm (UTC)I needed to push on, too, because next week promises to be busy with other stuff again.
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on 2019-11-16 10:50 pm (UTC)a taste -
The woman Napoleon Solo was helping was looking a bit anxious. He came up to her and offered her the bottle with a flourish. “Margaret, my sweet, serve your guests this and they will never want to leave.”
“It’s my son-in-law and his brother… I’m not keen on them staying too long.” Margaret studied the label. “This does sound good, though.”
Napoleon, without missing a beat, turned and pulled another bottle off the rack. “Then try this one. It’s good, but not too good. Save that one for when the ladies come.”
“You are sweet, Napoleon, thank you.” She added the bottles, along with four more to her little cart. “What would we do without you?”
“Drive sober?” Alfred, his head clerk, murmured softly and Napoleon slapped him gently in the stomach. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
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on 2019-11-16 11:08 pm (UTC)I will report on words when I have some!
But hopefully I'll have more soon once I'm less distracted by knitting to a deadline...
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