Welcome to my perfumed garden

There's not so much we can do today, we've washed the walls and paintwork, put a skim on the two outer walls, finished filling all them pesky holes and undercoated the two still-green walls in white so they match the freshly plastered ones. Now everything has to dry so it can be sanded and what-notted tomorrow prior to painting and there's still one wall to be damp-gunked but... nothing much more we can do today, only wait for everything to dry. I feel very idle.

Tomorrow's the worst job - gloss-painting the woodwork (ick! sticky gloss paint, horrid nasty smelly stuff that I'm sure to be cutting out of my hair for the next several days) and painting the walls.

The end is in sight.

So, taking a break for a cuppa and a hob-nob. I just fired off my LMFA email...

Constitutionally incapable of making a decision, I prevaricated mightily but in the end, it wasn't hard to decide what categories to go for, I don't see the point of competing against myself so some categories were easy to cut (the word 'angst' seems to figure greatly in my ficcish world. *g*) and some noms I really couldn't go with (Angel Dust a case and action story? I don't think so!)  Despite major reservations I decided to let both author categories stand. Oustanding author in either category feels - (snort!) really, really wrong, but especially so in slash. I don't think I'm a good slash author (and that's not a fishfor, honestly; I really don't think I give good slash) and the competition in that cat. is insanely good but - hey ho the nonny, just for the craic... *g*
 
So. What now? ::twiddles thumbs in a slightly awkward and embarrassed fashion:: There's nothing to be done downstairs. I feel all at a loss.