March 22nd, 2011



Another two chapters worked through, though I'm now on the brink of the nexgt chunk that will need major rewriting. It'll be fun when I get there...

I don't usually do the darlings, but this pleased me: "The man spoke and his words filled the room of the rice throne, wove about pillars, sank into tiles, slid fingers of doubt under the robes of the courtiers, ruffled veils, blew out through the window lattices."
That's Marcellan, Whose Fault It Is (sort of). He's 'quisitive.

Skirt of the day: new blue tiered cotton.