This week my writing has gone terribly. Write a paragraph, cross it out, repeat all evening, then repeat all week. I just can't get into this story. Perhaps I'll leave it and try and do 500 words for Jae's
secrets challenge, as a sort of sorbet to cleanse the fandom palate. Or whatever.
A long time ago I read a story that included the phrase 'Dumbledore's sweet ass', and for some reason this phrase is haunting me, because I can't work out if the author was serious or not, but the thing is, I think she was. Not that Dumbledore having a 'sweet ass' is necessarily a bad thing, but he would actually have an arse, and let's not say it's sweet. I feel I'm getting somewhat bogged down here. But while I'm reliving fanfic nightmares, I can't get those damned nipple rings out of my mind either, you know, the ones that belong to Jeremy Paxman. I haven't been able to watch 'Newsnight' since.
Other thingsThe garden is looking fabulous. M's mum bought us a car-full of plants on Saturday; an enormous artichoke, poppies, mulleins, chicory, loads of ox-eye daisies, fennels, tansy, lamb's ears, a rose, a clematis and a virginia creeper which I've planted under the pear tree. It'll grow up it, and then hang down in strands. There is also a purple thing, some clumps of yellow loosetrife, honesty, and forget-me-nots. I've planted yellow iris's next to the pond, as a landing staion for dragonflies and others.