Which reminds me, gotta vote for the Hugos this weekend.
In other news, I got nothing productive done yesterday, between the movie and the trip to the optometrist (half a step worse in both eyes; I'm still hovering between "bat" and "star-nosed mole.") but I did get six pages over the course of WisCon and three on Wednesday, so progress is being made. This is one of those books that's being insistent about being written in the headlights, so to speak. I know where it's going, but I can't really see my way there, and I'm slightly concerned about the level of physical conflict.There's conflict, mind you. It's just internal and intellectual and political rather than the fighty-bitey sort.
Tortoise, tortoise. And more today, before the mass excursion to Harry Potter, which I do not really expect to enjoy, but I'm open to being surprised.
Once I get home from work, it's words words words words words.