Welcome to my perfumed garden

I've not been around much lately; it's been a rum week.

I've been needing to work on my novel for a while, it's out there, in the big wide world, seeking it's One True Agent and I ought to have it polished, bright and shiny just on the off-chance someone says they'd like to read it - but it's not the most exciting job, beta-ing your own novel, so I'd been putting it off. Then I decided to enter it for the Amazon breakthrough novel award

I registered it last Monday and it has to be submitted within a week which was just the kick I needed, really, to get my bottom up and moving; so I've had a week to whup it's flabby arse into line, which is the bulk of what I've been doing - trying to do five chapters a day (and by gum that's been hard!), but it's coming along; I've done 16 of 26 and it's now a much better book than it was.

Which means the fic has been a bit neglected, she said, ::falls to her knees and supplicates forgiveness in an abject and unctious fashion::
I have written a chapter of Angel Dust, Oh Estimable Betas - that just needs reading through, and the next 4 chapters are sketched out. As soon as I can I'll get back to that. And the other one. I just have to finish the novel first.

Anyway, it's Friday. I have beer, I'm watching QI; how about you, my lovelies?

Man oh man, my internet connection is a nightmare tonight!