Am humming snippets of tune from the. Today’s the day for the lucky Americans, but I’ve got a bit longer (though happily not much) to wait. Shall have to make do with the promos for a few more days, I guess.
I wanted to update the noms for the SPIKED Awards last night. But spikedandskewered.co.uk went down sometime yesterday evening, and hasn’t come back yet. Shit. I’m not taking it personally, cos hrfhs.org.uk is also dead – and also hosted by NDO. *sigh* If only they didn’t charge stupid amounts to transfer the domain out. I’m beginning to wonder whether I shouldn’t move the site to the .com address (or, you know, the .org or the .net since I have them bloody all due to Namezero being sneaky so-and-so’s). But I like my .co.uk :-( Damnit.
So, after much beating-of-computer-with-a-large-wet-haddock, I’ve accepted that I’m not going to get my words back *g* and have started the re-writing process. I think it’s going OK…. and I’m going to be doubly careful about saving this time! I’m also trying to be positive about the dazed and pathetic. Nooooo. Ooo, ooo, and I just thought of another one – I’ll probably have two more clear days to work on ‘the novel’. Although that all depends on whether Luna gets her flights refunded, or still comes to stay (and have a big ol’ James-fest as planned, only with slightly less actual James). Hmmm….being postponed / cancelled. It’s good that he’s got film work, I’m going to save money and therefore will be able to eat the rest of the month, and this way I can preserve a modicum of self-respect and pretend that I would have been coherent this time round. I would have been, really, honest. Not remotely