Current work: revisions on Venice book
Listening to: Def Leppard (very loudly)
Reading: Fools Rush In, Kristan Higgins (enjoying, especially the puppy)
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice was great fun on Friday – I do rate Nicolas Cage as an actor, and Alfred Molina is such a good baddie :o) There was also a trip to Waterstone’s to spend Daughter’s book tokens (and I bought Susanna Kearsley's new one - unless DH is reading this, in which case I've had that book for AGES...). Sorted out most of the rest of the school shopping (shoes, bags, stationery) and saw my latest book on the shelf, on publication day (there weren’t many left – but our Smith’s does tend to put the books out a few days early, so hopefully that’s a good sign).
Then Daughter decided that she did want her ears pierced, after all (we’ve been discussing it for months) – so she was very brave and went for it. My excuses for not having mine done (hearing aid, high blood pressure, general wussiness) were shot down in flames by the very nice woman in Claire’s Accessories, but I’m sticking to them! Wussy mum, absolutely.
However, Brave Daughter went very wussy when we arrived home to find flying ants everywhere. Especially in the kitchen. Have to admit, I dislike ants, wasps and daddy-long-legs (crane flies), so I went on immediate kitchen strike. DH and Son have been dealing with them. (Well, hey. If he’s taller than I am, he can deal with flying ants - right? Bless him, he was great and hoovered up the dead ones for me, too.)
Other than that, I’ve been head down working on the Venice book and trying very hard not to let myself get distracted by a little bit of family history research… but if you had just discovered that your great-grandfather’s middle name was Adonas, wouldn’t you be intrigued? I want to know where the writing gene came from in our family, as I’m the middle of three generations I know about – the others being my mum and my daughter. And the way it's spelled makes me think of the Shelley elegy about Keats. Could be that his mum was a bookworm (esp. poetry - and note the connection with the Romantics, because my beloved spaniel is named Byron) but his dad registered the birth and, being unfamiliar with the name, couldn't spell it... Yet another time when I wish my mum was still here, because she would've loved finding this out, too. Though I can share it with bestest uncle, so that's good.
Russian translation? Had my first, this weekend, with Temporary Boss, Permanent Mistress – very exciting. Also had my first Indian translation last week, along with a lovely Japanese edition. To think that people who don’t even share a common alphabet with me can read my books – I’m not sure if that’s more thrilling or humbling. Probably both.
Plan for today: squeeze in some work, and we have torrential rain forecast, so maybe we’ll go to see The Last Airbender.