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Salt-drenched waffling, ending in fic search
Today was set aside for finally stepping up writing my ownficfest piece. Then the weather was no end of gorgeous and I went to the beach instead, which is, say, 500m from my door (ok, it's a teensy one and lots only accessible at low tide, but...). Walked the breakwater, and then just sat there for a couple of hours. The sea does that to me - saps every desire to move or be elsewhere right out of my bones. I sort of needed that, though - the week was stressful as hell.

I *did* mull over the fic, however, whose middle part is giving me grief... beginning and ending are bagged, but the middle 'chapters' require an effective mix of saying everything they need to say and being crisp and concise while at the moment I'm just waffling along. It just needs to sort out in my head before anything else (and doesn't have much time to do so, damn!).

Came home smelling like a herring gull, had a shower and a nap, then made a pot of potato soup which didn't even turn out too bad (as anyone who knows my cooking will note with astonishment).

Turned on the computer to find one of the most blush-inducing lovely bits of feedback *ever* in my inbox, which was the cherry on an already pretty good day :).

Bought books by Peter Morwood, Louise Cooper and Ricardo Pinto on Friday, and finished Ellen Kushner's 'Swordspoint' this morning, which is *excellent* (the short stories too!).

And now I suddenly have this craving for AU fic where Harry goes to St Brutus' instead of Hogwarts. I'm sure there's such an animal out there (there's *everything* out there), but where?