The Easter Holidays are finally here! Hurrah! That last twenty minutes at work really dragged today, thanks mainly to this rather stinking cold which I've managed to pick up. Not quite so hurrah. And I'm off to Somerset tomorrow so here's hoping it'll have miraculously cleared up by the time I wake up in the morning!
I'm not sure how much opportunity I'll have for writing while I'm in Somerset - we are only there for four days - but you never know, so I'm making sure I know which bits I'm supposed to be writing next. I'm really looking for the rest of the holidays to be the most productive.
I've also picked a book to take along with me: The Magicians' Guild by Trudi Canavan (the first in The Black Magicians' trilogy) which I got for my birthday last year and STILL haven't got round to reading, even though I'm pretty sure it'll be very close to awesome. I read the prequel, The Magicians' Apprentice last year in France and was very impressed. And very appreciative of the excellent writing after several months of reading many much-less-good writing. It got a sigh of relief. Ah, at last - something great!
Hopefully I'll get round to reviewing it (providing I actually read it) in the not too distant future.
Right, I'm off to bed. I'm not entirely sure whether my ramblings make any sense (do they ever?) and tonight I'm blaming it on the cold. I'm blaming everything on the cold today. Room's a mess. It's the cold. I have packed for my holiday very poorly. It's the cold. I've only just got round to paying my mother back for a holiday last April. Yep, you guessed it: the cold.