From both sides of the fence

"So you may have noticed that I've been a bit offline..."

This is something I say every few weeks, or maybe months or so. A tired mantra, perhaps, but...well, at least it's honest?

I made a few priority checks and realised that my likely one-and-only shot at NaNo was going down the tubes thanks to the family drama I had in the middle of the month, which pretty much stranded me for a week. Over the last week, therefore, I've been particularly selfish as well as masochistic, and bumped this to the fore.

So much for the careful pacing. Fortunately, I have this to show for it: and

My word-count banner in my profile page is now purple and all that jazz. It's over.

( IT'S OVER! Well, cut for the big image )

Just when I think one first a day is enough, I swallow a fly.

I was talking at the tram stop and swatting at this fly. It wouldn't leave me alone!

"Go away you stupid fly," I burst out in exasperation. It chose precisely that moment to fly straight *into* my gullet.

It then got caught in my throat as I choked, and tried to cough it back up. Alas, it then lodged behind my epiglottis, so I picked the next best thing and swallowed. Then spent the next half-minute coughing up bits of fly legs and wing.

Yeech.