It appears to have turned up Monday. Oh, and July.

[thanate]

And those of us who haven't run away from home for the week actually have to work and stuff. Meanwhile I attempt to work on my novel again. (I strongly suspect I will not write anything like 50k this month, but it would be terribly cool if I actually finished my poor unloved novel. We shall see.)

So far, I have poked at Dunya's story, which I skipped early on, and have somewhat of an idea of where I'm going with it, and characterizations for her audience. (of course, that's maybe 150 words so far.) And then I got bored with that and meandered on, and am cleaning up the chapter I left out half of because it was about the Mayan underworld I didn't have the reference for last time. So there's another 400 words of transition from India to Meso-America, and then on to the Mictecans which won't take too long once I get there, since it's very formalized.

I'm sure you all care, terribly.

Also, while we may have missed a doll meet at the botanic garden, Waif (like most children) appears to be able to amuse himself wherever he goes.

grauwulf: It's a pity he's too big for the motorcycle.
me: I'll bet Mr. Bear would fit.



Waif meets Fluffy the feisty turtle.