Daily Archives: November 16, 2007

Wednesday, Thursday

My parents came into town for the day yesterday, and of course that was the day the two-year-old fairy decided to visit and dump her bag of tricks over Liam’s head. He woke up at 5:30, he upended his cup of milky tea on the floor of the kitchen, he upended my cup of tea into his toy drum, he pulled over the water fountain. He screamed for an hourish after being put down for his nap, and when he woke up he didn’t want to come out and see his grandparents, calling me into his room to curl up with him on his bed instead. Eventually he came out and socialised, and he cheerfully ate a big dinner (on top of the two bowls of Cheerios and milk he devoured once he woke up from his late nap). I took my parents to the airport while HRH handled the bath and bed stuff, and the boy was in bed cooing to himself when I got home. I went in and sat on the edge of his bed and he smiled at me with sleepy eyes, as if it had been a wonderful day, and mumbled a goodnight. I kissed him, and he snuggled down with Bun-Bun and was asleep within five minutes. He didn’t wake up till 6:30 today, and was in a great mood. I think he has to have an uber-cranky day once in a blue moon to make up for how great he is the rest of the time. His cold is much much better and almost gone; I now must grudgingly admit that I have it, although it’s staying in my sinuses and is almost gone too.

It was really nice to see my parents, though.

I bought a bread maker this morning. When even no-name generic sandwich bread goes up to $2.10 a loaf, I put my foot down. I also bought black socks. It’s probably a bad sign of something when I feel that buying plain black socks is a big thing.

I mailed out my contracts for the new hearth magic book on Wednesday. Also in work-related news, I’ve been getting pings from private individuals about small editing jobs this week. One of them was an indirect response to a message I sent out requesting info as a consumer; the recipient noticed my sig file and said she wrote short stories in English, her second language, and wanted to know more about how I could clean up her work. Nothing concrete yet, just responding to queries, but more queries mean more potential for work.

I wrote about a thousand words of inane stuff in the Vivaldi novel on Wednesday. I’m restless, now that the other YA novel is finished; I can’t seem to settle into anything. Research for the hearth magic book is, of course, ongoing.