Words yesterday: none, again, but I feel like perhaps today I may be ready to get back on the horse. The writerly urge is kind of percolating around down there. Although it seems to be chiefly focused on the Las Vegas novel currently, which is not where I need it pointed for at least six months.
Doesn't this thing have reins?
Thank you, thank you, a thousand times thank you to everybody who kicked in an answer to the Elizabethan theatrical makeup thread. I've got some good threads to chase: you guys rock!
keelywolfe not only rocks for feeding my spy addiction with a bunch of Man from UNCLE episodes I didn't have, but she has an amazing ability to pick songs that will get completely adhered to the inside of my skull.
Jaime rocks for being able to expand my musical horizons, as does cpolk.
truepenny and katallen, you are likely soon to be
The world is a good and joyous place, that contains tom yum goong and chili pork with basil. Also rye toast. And Russian caravan tea.
Also, I cut off eight inches of hair yesterday, and am quite pleased with the way I look, although the ends are a little ragged and she didn't get it as short in the back as I wanted. But now I look like my icon again. Long live the a-line bob.