Welcome to my perfumed garden

You've probably already seen it, but I'm sharing 'cause it's the cutest thing ever.

Cat conversation

No words written yet, but my researches progressed from quantum physics to gnosticism and karmic astrology today - prevarication is my middle name (actually, it's not. My middle name(s) are much more embarrassing) .

After walking Hamish the dog (such a gorgeous day! Freezing and frosty and a cloudless blue sky) and having a damn good think as I scooped the poop, I pretty much know who all my characters are now and why they do what they do and I really do think it's time to get off my impressively large arse and actually start writing the thing which I aim to do tomorrow... or Sunday (she hedged, with a panicked expression). When I do actually start writing I must get me one of those spanking little word counters with which to clock my (non) progress. (o:

It's cold out there tonight! Luckily our birds and squirrels are full of nuts. We have the fire a roaring; I have tea (for now, switching to wine in exactly 8 minutes), there is very good cheese, and olives, a good night on the telly for once and a fat copy of Donna Tartt's 'The Little Friend' for bedtime.

Enjoy the weekend my darlings. I hope you're all having a gradely one.