Current work: Medical (and trying not to play with other stuff – note to head, PLEASE behave and focus on what you’re supposed to be doing)
Listening to: Haydn (string quartets)
Reading: Bernardine Kennedy, Old Scores – enjoying this very much. Yes, it’s dark. But it’s a redemption story and you can see the characters growing and changing, so it works for me (read until very late last night because I couldn't put it down). There is kindness and love to counterpoint the heroine’s home life. Rattling good pace, too.
I’m blogging elsewhere today – e-Harlequin. Firstly on the medical authors’ blog there, talking about pomegranates; and then (later today because the hosties are posting it for me and they’re on US time rather than UK) on the e-Harlequin ‘my favourite hero’ blog, which is written by the hero of Surrender to the Playboy Sheikh. Do go over and explore!
My head is also elsewhere today. Almost two centuries away. Sigh. This is not good. I know I’m using some of it in the current book (if my lovely ed is reading: VERY VERY gentle brushstrokes, so you won’t have to make me strip it out), but my head’s taken it as licence to play. The WIP is falling apart before my very eyes. Arrgh! Methinks this is going to be a kitchen timer kind of day, i.e. make myself write in 15-minute bursts (which can be edited later: I need to get the words down instead of avoiding it and working on something with a much longer deadline).
Am very glad I didn’t buy any biscuits this week – except Oreos, which the kids love and I loathe. I could comfort eat rather too much today. (It's a crow day.)
Righty. Coffee and work.