Grumpiness

Ravens inclined to say "Bah!" to the entire universe and disappear into a sulk under the bedclothes.

Why?

• Joints hurt worse than usual.
  
  
• Not going to Novacon at the weekend, which we rather wanted to do.
  
  
• October's nearly over.

So, tomorrow we start on the loony enterprise of trying to make ourselves write 50k words in a month. Of horror. (We'll abstain from making any Conradian (or is that Conradish?) quotes at this point!) Instead, what we're not going to do:

Thomas took the stone off the first pile of paper. 'Look, this is the beginning,' he said as the torch lit up a large 'Section A'. He snatched the top sheet off, then let out a gasp of astonishment.
The whole of the page underneath was covered with large block capitals -- badly formed ones, such as a child makes when leaning to write. As I moved the torch along the lines, we read: THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT. THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT. THE CAT SAT ON THE MAT ... on and on, to the end of the page.

Dodie Smith, I Capture the Castle, Chapter 16

For What it's Worth,...

Progress, or lack thereof, will be added here

( Meanwhile, the mouldy pumpkin was a great success )