An Incredibly Boring Saturday

Nothing much to note. Woke up late, wrote. Went out to get something to eat, wrote some more, went out for mundane every home items like soap and Sara Lee strawberry swirl cake, and wrote some more.

Actually I’m still writing, but I only just noticed it’s getting close to midnight.

There is some minor news, that being the fiance has decided that since this particular novel is being ridden so hard by the muses, she’s going to take the chance and assume that there will come a time in the distant-but-not-far-flung-future where I might actually require my own website, and since her past jobs have included being an HTML code monkey, she has volunteered to start putting it together.

Well, that and it gave her an excuse to ignore some work she didn’t want to get to.

So there is a chance that some time within the next couple of weeks, this particular site address–though not this blog–will die. And it will move over to a new website with my name on it, and, gods willing and fate smiling upon me, in the months to come I will have to start filling it up with all kinds of neat things like a FAQ, bio, and other assorted things that Writer-ly type websites incorporate.

My only request at this point is “Please don’t have the mouse turn into a bunch of magic fairy dust while a cheesy MIDI rendition of the The Last Unicorn plays in the background because I will forcibly and repeatedly YAK.”

Jury’s still out on that, though.

Anyway, back to writing. Up to 66, 000+ words, and I’d like to get it up to 67, 000 before bed.