Goat Notes

I ran across this and it seemed like the season for it was coming round again:

When a man tells you that he got rich through hard work, ask him: 'Whose'?

- Don Marquis

That's Don Marquis the author and journalist, of archy and mehitabel fame (d. 1937) - not Don Marquis the professor of moral philosophy (b.1935), whom I am not apt to be quoting any time soon.

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 380 words.  Excursion with puffins.  Good Katy doesn't seem, after all,  to have accomplished everything everybody hoped for - I'll need in the redraft to be a bit clearer about just who thought the Night Without Stars accomplished just what. 

Somewhere near Stoneygates, there is a man voluntarily going under the alias of Hob Hop-Toad.  He and some other fellows should get to make their reports tonight.  That's going to go down like black pudding at the Vegan Society banquet!

Speaking of black pudding, I've now finished the worst of my annual wade through blood and offal in the course of my employment.  The first Open Day of the term - a separate event! - is also safely accomplished.

I begin to see a light at the end of the Friday...

'Ello 'ello!

Although my main blog continues here, that's really for articles and think-pieces great and small.  Since I'm hanging out more here now, I've decided to dedicate my LJ account to short informal entries that don't really match the Goat in the Machine style.  Journal entries, like....

Also for posting wordcountery, and other nuts-and-bolts stuff like that about my writing that doesn't naturally turn into an essay all of its own.  The trouble with the essays is that whilst they often help with my writing, they also compete with it for time and Muse's fire.  So this is basically an attempt to supplement them with chit-chat, which is where LJ's connectivity wins out over Blogger.  We'll see how the experiment goes!

With my usual exquisite timing, I find myself going back to work five hours after I finally broke out of my week-long funk on Three Katherines of Allingdale.  Waking up before the dawn did at least give me time to think myself through all the siren voices, and push through a couple of hundred words in the direction I needed to go.  Unless that was the siren all along, but I really think not.  Eh well.

Now it's back to the paying grind for a bit.

Paperwork, paperwork - so good we did it twice!