Last week was good. Maybe not awesome, I didn't get some things done I wanted to, and I've been the kind of sick that just hangs out in the background and makes you miserable. I wrote a lot, maybe twelve words of which were actually of use, but I'm cool with that.
I could go into reams of real life stuff, sure. My kid's been home from school for about six months now (it feels like that anyway) and all the normal stuff that comes along with that is true, when you're an introvert who gets tired of the company of people no matter how much you love them.
I even briefly thought about leaving a few words of wisdom for posterity about the SPN/Belieber fan dust-up this week. Something about how badly you have to damage someone's house for it to result in a search warrant for eggs.
Instead I think I'm going to give in to the winter blahs and leave a few words about how my January goals are going, and then go bury my head in fantasy-ville again.
I finished the half-draft of The Quiet Mine (2013's Nano) on Monday (? I think it was Monday, this week's turned into a gd five-headed dragon of wrong). I'm not necessarily happy with everything in it, but it's a long chalk better than it would have been if I'd walked away when I hit 'the end' during November. And I'll pop a picture of the mine-craft scarf under here, because I finished that as well. It looks like the 'other project' is going to be the mittens he wants to go with it. Which are just...gah. They're smaller and theoretically quicker, except the measurements are all strange and they're trying to kill me with small pointy needles, basically.
So yeah, the rest of my month is mitteny things (I live in hope, I know) and a little more than 300 pgs of The Cuckoos Calling.
*side note, the mitten you see down there is wide enough for an adult and long enough for a two year old apparently.