The Shadows on My Wall Don't Sleep

First, as of 10:32pm EST yesterday:



50,041 words in one scrambled mess that might be salvageable if I work on it some more. I need a break first though, the characters were getting whiny in that last 2000 words or so.

The same night I finished this:



Yes, it's the wombat from Ursula Vernon's (ursulav @ LJ) "Red Wombat Tea Co." labels.

My tension was all over the place because I'm practicing knitting continental style in order to have one yarn in each hand. Toward the end I was getting the hang of it. It may even out some in the wash, but the green yarn had many weak spots so I'm a bit afraid of tossing it in the washer.

I don't think I'll ever convert to continental knitting entirely, it makes my left hand hurt something awful, but for double knitting and stranded colorwork it's an handy skill.

For my next trick I shall learn to knit backwards so that I don't have to turn my work for things like bobbles (which I don't like and therefore don't anticipate knitting many of) and entrelac (which I do like the look of).

And my Thanksgiving day knitting:



It's four inches long now so I added two and a half to three inches in about four hours of knitting. Just eleven more inches to go.... (I think this might cure me of my vague urges to knit a skirt and jacket with this stitch pattern.)

Ian returned to the room with a suspiciously thick book, about twice the thickness of most pocket diaries of the size, a small box, and a pair of keys. The last was just a bit too much for Sarah.

"You have a lock and key fetish don't you?" She clapped an hand over her mouth in the next instant, blushing fiercely, "I'm sorry, that was incredibly inappropriate. I'm sorry."

Prudence laughed, a delighted and full throated chortle, "I knew you had a wicked turn of mind, dear cousin!"

Ian just blinked, staring at them both, "I suppose I do, actually, is it that obvious?" He managed to look oblivious and confused just long enough for Sarah to start to wonder if he really was that guileless, and then he broke into a wicked smile and winked at her. "If you want to know for certain I'm sure I could free up an evening for you, dearest Sarah."


Unedited, needless to say, but I am amused. I had no idea Ian would be such a flirt when I started writing him.

Of course the local positions were mostly running unopposed so that wasn't much effort. Just two propositions this time, one I waffled on and now wish I had voted the other way even though I know in the end it doesn't matter because it won't pass anyway. The other I was very sure on.

Now for lunch, and then I had better figure out how to bash out about 5k on my NaNo at the least.