Let's get a bit more aspirational, shall we?

A few things:

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Been resting on my laurels a bit recently. Unacceptable. It's all very well to have the marvellous job and the pleasant flat, but really - that doesn't allow for sitting on yer arse not even managing to keep up with your emails (that one's for you, Sue ;-b).

SteveO's doing well by me at the moment. Getting said arse off the couch and out to take photos.



Liz and Patrick have also been useful in the same vein:



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Writing - in an action planning, just like at work kind of way:

I'm most enthused about yon sci-fi effort that some few of you have seen. The woman in the ducts. (And there's an interesting little non-sequiteur for those of you who haven't read it.) I've got a half a chapter more. And a page or two of another chapter, both of different characters. Who may in fact be different incarnations of each other.

Oh, and there's that other effort I came up with the other night. About those two fellas.

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I have a printer. Courtesy of Hamish. It's shiny and good. I may just take this whole 'not resting on one's laurels' thing and print out some comics to put up in the bog.

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Semper superne nitens,

C

Self Indulgence

Small creature.
Tiny bundle of chaos that purrs.
A treadling, nuzzling lapful of fur.
With claws.

A velvet, meowing face.
Idiocy. On a grand scale.
A demanding presence.
Smells.

And fluids.
Unfortunately.

A constant, uncaring companion.
Who will tolerate love.
And belly nuzzles.

A curious burrowing.
A suddenly proud stance.
A quiet, hunting beauty.
A walking grace.

The cat.

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Semper superne nitens,

C