Friday, 9 January 2009
Beelzepup in Full Glory!
Later I walked into the village for a few odds and ends from the supermarket, and to pick up Richard's prescription from the medical centre. He's been having a lot of migraines lately. They seem to go in cycles; he'll get a run of them, then they'll calm down again. The staff know him by sight, whereas I have only needed the doctor once since we moved to the area, eight-and-a-half years ago.
Earlier today I did more work on Turning Tides. I'd written it once already, but my old puuter ate it when it died. So now I want to re-write it again. I've given up trying to remember exactly how I wrote the first version--this is what's been holding me up with this story. So now I've decided that I'll just write it, and it'll come out however it'll come out. It would be a shame not to use the Ynys Mon historical research, anyway. I don't want to turn to the tale into an info dump--I've made that mistake before, with another story--but I do want to drop the odd fact into the plot, just to add a little weight.
Speaking of weight--she says, smirking proudly--I've lost three-quarters of a stone! Wipeeee!!!