I interrupt the living room decoration to-
Actually, I don’t. I now have a radiator to remove and paint behind, so that’ll be the week after next. Maybe.
This week, I intend to get back on top of writing and / or house-cleaning. At the moment, I’m part way through a draft I intend to submit for a Crossed Genres anthology, Oomph! [External Link]. On the other hand, I have guests staying next weekend for a fencing weekend, so I probably ought to make the place look habitable. Probably.
Also, I’m having difficulty believing that nine months of the year have almost gone. What the hell happened to time? Why does it move so fast?