Writing Update (and a plug):
Hurrah! I have made it past the hurdle in Wendy's Pudding fic - that bit that's been driving me mad
since August. I figured out what was bugging me, and I plowed through, and wrote it, and then had shivers
go down my spine. It is awesome. I will have people WEEPING. Now onto the next part, which won't be as awful to write, and could be lots of fun, and will require me watching a few episodes of Torchwood first. Hurrah, I say, hurrah.
Also - there is a Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon
going on during the month of December at [Unknown site tag]
's LJ. It's multi-fandom and there's a few Doctor Who prompts in there (as well as anything else that suits your fancy). (There's also a handy-dandy delicious
archive to find a specific fandom quickly.) I glanced through the DW prompts and even filled one
, so if anyone's looking to get your writing mojo working, that might be a good way of doing it.
Still need to write the prompt for betterwiththree
. It's due December. This is December. But it's also December for another 30 days, so I figure I have a little wiggle room.Bathroom Update:
It is NEARLY done. We have a sink and a shower and more importantly, SHOWER DOORS. Andrew and I went on a field trip this morning with one of the handymen and toured the closet organization aisle as well as the tile aisle and we picked out our closet stuff, as well as the tile that will be the backsplash for the sink, which for some reason did not come with one. Today, there will be the instillation of a toilet. THE END IS NEAR. It is way exciting.Andrew Update:
Santa on Tuesday was fairly painless. Andrew liked playing in the playarea before we got to Santa, and he didn't seem to mind the button-down shirt and sweater vest he was forced to wear (Grandma-purchased, btw). But then we plopped him down in the lap of this big guy with a white beard and a bright red suit, and WALKED AWAY. His eyes got real wide, and you could see the wheels turning, and we got about three photos before he started yelling and squirming and that was the end of Andrew's Santa experience. Sadly, no photo of a baby having a meltdown on Santa's knee - surprisingly, the photographer stops taking pictures when the kid starts screaming. (I don't know why
, since it's digital, and heck, I would have laughed to see them (and possibly requested a copy, if it was good enough - there's a radio station offering a cash prize to the funniest "My-kid-is-afraid-of-Santa" photo).) ( Andrew and Santa )
In other Andrew news, he gets to start SCHOOL this afternoon - I signed him up for a class at one of those local learny center places that is theoretically supposed to help with verbal development. I realize this borders on Stepford Mom-hood, but I figure a playgroup is a playgroup is a playgroup, and at least this playgroup will have different babies and different toys and you never know, I might actually come out of it smarter (and with a talking baby). Andrew's babbles have definitely increased in the last few weeks since Bill's come home, given that now he gets to watch Mommy have conversations with animate objects instead of stuffed animals, but he's still pointing at everything but
Bill and pronouncing it "Dada".
he's got a word for Cleo. It sounds a lot like "eeeee". However, that could just be a squeal of feline appreciative delight.Language Update:
Bill installed two language CDs on my computer so I can start learning the local language for our next overseas assignment (which is to occur later in 2011). I have as of yet not opened either of them. (One is Rosetta Stone, the other is Talk Now. They're both good, though they have different strengths, so they're really awesome together.) The downside of learning a new language: it's going to overwrite my Russian, which already overwrote my French. So yay for being able to converse with people who are going to sell me vegetables, but boo for not being able to tell someone off in Russian when they call at 2am. *sigh*Cleo Update:
Still hates me.