You haven’t heard from me because I’ve been working up a storm. Things are going very well, but I’m drained; writing is work, no matter how enjoyable it is, and at the end of a day I often feel as tired as I used to feel after a day of retail. I’m still uncertain about the new things I’m adding/old things I’m changing in the-book-that-will-probably-not-be-known-as-ESTC, but second-guessing the improvements is always a given at this point in the game. And the novella is charging along. As it has evolved I’m beginning to see that it could end in two very different ways, instead of the way I had planned, and I think I will write both endings to see which works best. I expect the novella to be done by the end of the year.
Today Liam and I dropped HRH off at work and went to the bookstore to buy holiday gifts for others, and ended up walking out with gifts for ourselves instead, the gifts we went in for not being in stock. I now have the final two books in the Temeraire series, and Liam has a book on musical instruments as well as some letters for the fridge door. We also went to the toy store and bought a broom for him, because he is obsessed with using the big corn broom we use to sweep the kitchen.


We will never have to sweep again, because once I got it out of the wrapping he proceeded to enthusiastically yet carefully sweep the entire house, including under his crib. I got him a tea set too, and as soon as that was out of the package he picked up the teapot and poured me a pretend cup of tea. I was very touched.
Also, Liam has finally figured out that shoes and socks come off, and this is what he does to entertain himself in the car. He only removes the right set, for some reason.
Both upper canine teeth are out, thank goodness. Now the lower ones can quit dallying and break the surface any time, thank you.
Be glad for it now.
Later on getting him to just keep his room tidy will be like pulling teeth. And if it is voluntary then no it is not child labour (he he).
Ta ta for now.
It’s not Child Labour if the child isn’t unfairly compensated. More to the point, Liam isn’t paid at all (except possibly in hugs, unfortunately not legal tender in Canada) so therefore it is “chores” and pretty much the reason why any married couple has kids in the first place.
Five years of grace, then BAM! Sweep that floor, kid! Clean the dishes! Mow the lawn! Vaccuum the cats!
Suddenly he’s singing, Liamrella, Liamrella, Night and Day it’s Liamrella…
What a little boggan he is! :)
Isn’t he? I’m big on the hearth and home thing myself, so to see him do all this is so heart-warming.
Ohhh….can he come do my house? :)