They often go awry, apparently? I don't remember the rest of the quote, I just remember being forced to read the book and hating it (except for Slim, who was six kinds of awesome). Anyway, the point is, my "let's Superman this weekend and write like Cthulhu is watching" plan has taken a backstep. My parents made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Food, a comfortable mattress, new clothes, and a hot bath,

So I'm at my parents, having enjoyed all of the above and having done no writing yesterday. I am planning to do some today, but Holly is currently trying to climb onto my head, which hampers the process somewhat. I'm a bit torn on what to work on though... The Scarlett novel is moving along nicely, although I can already tell the opening the chapters will need some serious revision somewhere down the line. But Wonderland is also calling, and so is that random futuristic-ish werewolf novel with the illiterate assassin as the main character idea too (Lone Wolf). I had a dream the other night that really got me thinking more about that idea. I don't want to start yet because there's a lot of world-building to be done first.

For example, my original idea was that my main character, Aisling, would one of the last werewolves in her world thanks to a war between humans and wolves. The wolves would have been wiped out with some kind of engineered disease, or something. A bit vague on that still. Then I thought I'd prefer a nuclear winter scenario, but I don't know how that could work so that werewolves were worse affected than humans. Then I did some research in Agent Orange because I liked the idea of a ruined world with very few green spaces left, but had the same issue as the nuclear winter scenario. Then I just gave up for a while because I started Wonderland, and one novel set in the aftermath of a war between humanity and a supernatural race of your choice is probably enough.

But now? I really want to start on Lone Wolf. Aisling is starting to come alive in my head, as are the secondary characters. If I can just get the world set up right, I'll be there. So what's better? Nuclear winter, Agent Orange, or a laboratory-created disease of an unknown nature?

You're not a mockney tosser with stupid recipes. You're a mockney tosser with awesome recipes! Look what I'm eating right now:




I know! I made it myself too. French toast with blueberries and greek yogurt. (The recipe called for creme fraich, but really, WTF, Jamie?)

And this is the bee that fell out of my jeans this morning when I took them out of my drawer:



He is unreasonably large and buzzy and I did not expect to find him in my jeans.

And while all this excitement has been going on, I've managed to add just over 1k to Catching Fire. Nowhere near as much as I'd like, but I have to keep stopping for rest breaks and stretches, which is holding me back a bit. I'm aiming for another 1k today before Pip and I head out for an Easter drink. Grey Goose is a traditional Easter beverage, right?

5302 / 80000 words. 7% done!