Last week was National Library Week. A belated happy NLW to all my librarian friends out there (and for good measure, those I haven't met yet but I'm sure will be my friend if ever we do meet). I hope Neil Gaiman behaved himself, or at least misbehaved in an interesting manner.
In related news, I didn't set foot in a library (including the one I work in) all week. Why? Stomach flu. Terrible, awful, very bad, no good stomach flu. If someone offers it to you, thank them and politely refuse. Or better yet, club them over the head and run away.
Which also explains why I've been scarce the past week or so and grumpy when I was here. Sorry about that. I've been working on my novel by writing longhand because fever and typing don't mix well for me.
So this week has become all about transferring the things I wrote in my notebook into my netbook and catching up on social duties and yes, blogging. Also, I must sift through the ideas I jotted down in a feverish daze (as I tend to do) and figure out either what the scrawls mean and/or whether they're as clever as they seemed at the time. Best of the bunch has to be to refit one of my old typewriters to double as a keyboard... or at least has an ersatz keylogger in place, giving me the tactile relationship with my writing that I crave but also negating the need to retype the thing into a computer later.
I have my best research team (aka my Facebook friends list) hashing this out as we speak.
Otherwise, blogging returns as usual tomorrow! And I have a lot of writing (and transcribing) to do so I should get back to it. Happy Tuesday, everyone!