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Ah, spring, when a not-so-young geekgrrl's ovaries' fancy turns lightly to thoughts of pon far and they set the biological clock's ringtone to the Star Trek fight-music at unpredictable intervals... The internal monologue the last couple of days has been going, "Shut up in there, dammit! We're not making babies with that random homeless guy just because you say so! The Brain let the cat eat a machine screw, for god's sake, does that sound like you're working for genes that have any chance of raising the pup to its own reproductive age...?" I hate it when the first warm spell happens to coincide with the midpoint of my Alleged Cycle.
{wanders past TV tuned to 24-hour PopeCam coverage} Mmm, Swiss Guards... I think I need to CafePress myself a "Beware of the Ovaries" t-shirt, a warning label might be prudent if this is going to keep up for the next ten or fifteen years. (The ovarian rampage, I mean, not the Pope's funeral, although it already seems as if the latter's never going to end...)
The Prequel's Progress: 34584. Much surprised to discover that the Narrator hadn't, in fact, been aware that his lover was carrying on another affair, and had much fun informing him of same during a glassblowing session. Also, have learned that the head of the Necromancer's Union has a tortoiseshell cat named Maisie. I hope potential Readers will find this as unsettling as I do.
Today also marks the day when the current Manuscript project started seriously whispering "Commit trilogy" to me. At present I am still holding out hope that this is only these pesky ovaries crank-calling me some more...
{wanders past TV tuned to 24-hour PopeCam coverage} Mmm, Swiss Guards... I think I need to CafePress myself a "Beware of the Ovaries" t-shirt, a warning label might be prudent if this is going to keep up for the next ten or fifteen years. (The ovarian rampage, I mean, not the Pope's funeral, although it already seems as if the latter's never going to end...)
The Prequel's Progress: 34584. Much surprised to discover that the Narrator hadn't, in fact, been aware that his lover was carrying on another affair, and had much fun informing him of same during a glassblowing session. Also, have learned that the head of the Necromancer's Union has a tortoiseshell cat named Maisie. I hope potential Readers will find this as unsettling as I do.
Today also marks the day when the current Manuscript project started seriously whispering "Commit trilogy" to me. At present I am still holding out hope that this is only these pesky ovaries crank-calling me some more...
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