Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

So. That book, eh? I might have gone quiet in blogland, but that doesn’t mean I’ve not been busting my ass getting it in shape for the Grimly Long Publisher Hunt. Yeah, I can juggle a freelance career, being a tortured writer *and* the demands of brazen housewifery- I’m that awesome.

I need some input though, from you LOVELY POTENTIAL PEOPLE WHO MIGHT BUY MY BOOK.

( Some random worrying and that. )

I'm a whole day early putting this up on account of steaming through this week's editing mountain. Today has been brought to you by incoherent rage at crap news pieces and finding a South American internet radio station that's full of 80s.

Right, angry people in the 80s, you say? Have some more book words. I'm 75% sure there's more of Chapter 2 and this was a section break, but I can't find my notes and my wrists hurt so nyerr nyerr.

( In which angry men are angry. )

Hoo boy. Pain in my shoulder from weightlifting and headweasels set to 'chatter unhelpfully'. Looks like it's another late shift on Word for me. Current earworms time.

A friend has been encouraged into creative writing and I promised I'd write something more substantial than a Facebook comment. I've written more frivolously about the NaNoWriMo slog here, but not much since people started going 'hey this is not utter tosh so how about editing eh' because I’ve been, er, editing.

( Such that a newbie can offer deep insight into the writing process, here it is. )

Well, that got long. Any questions?

Well, we got back from Edinburgh yesterday after a fraught rainy drive in which my husband learned how to download Spotify playlists so he could interrupt Foxtrot with CHVRCHES*. We've had a massive lie-in, ploughed through some of the food my parents weighed the car down with, and we have our first Hogmanay drink of a Fog Cutter with all the ingredients orthodox except the Earl Grey gin, Peruvian brandy and Kraken dark spiced rum. So, not very traditional but BY GOD IT'S DRINKABLE.**

Anyway. It seems traditional to do resolutions of some sort as 2013 draws to its arse-end and we go into 2014, incidentally the Scottish Year of Homecoming.

( Achieve all the things! )

Social media is a funny beast sometimes.

Yesterday on Twitter, I managed to:

- Discuss the shooting location for Modern Love with a Twitter pal who's a massive prog nut (Shepherd's Bush Tube station, incidentally)

- Have a sobering talk about a friend's customers with substance addictions (while she was hiding as one of them smashed the place up)

- Complain about O2 censoring sites on 3G with their crap porn filter after angua found herself on the receiving end of it (And I only made one joke about ladygardens after a gardening site I was on was blocked.)

- Finish a discussion with an online friend in America who, while he holds views on things like guns that I disagree with, is able to have an interesting and articulate debate about it

- Talk about creative writing with the girlfriend of the legendary paperghost. Thanks to her I'm now aware of the existence of Bata, Bata… Pa'no Ka Ginawa? and she's sending me the link to the English version shortly

- Laugh at the original Doctor Who theme with a listener to the WoW podcast I guested on a while back

And, on top of all that, I totally overcompensated for Monday's writer's block and wrote over 3000 words of novel.

MORE DAYS LIKE THIS, PLEASE.