Well, I actually went and added another 1700 words to my 20k goal for this month’s Camp National Novel Writing Month. Probably could’ve added more, but I faffed around the weekend just gone.
Our washing machine died. Announced its end of life by piddling all over the laundry, but we’ve battled worse. It was 11 years old, so it’s not like we were surprised. Got a new one, then our dryer gave up the ghost.
And because they like to come in threes… FizzyWhip, my dear black and white cat, came up with an unexplained fever and lack of appetite. When the gannet goes off his food, it’s damn terrifying. He’s doing better now, eating everyone else’s food and his own like he always does.
I think I’ll end this month with this piece. It isn’t new, I think I wrote it sometime in June, but it’s one I adore…
Hamish shook his head, laughter bubbling in his chest. He flopped back onto his bed, arms spread across its length. “I think I’m in love.”
“Love?” Gordon echoed, pushing off the bedpost. “You met him four days ago.” He held up as many fingers in emphasis. “In that time you two have spent—what?—maybe the grand total of a day in each other’s presence? What you’re feeling is nae love.”