Haunted Mirror

Okay, you know how I said we had a baby horse this morning, as well as acquiring a puppy, and having just got a llama Saturday?

The only goat that got bred this year (and late, late) just

Had Twins.

This will go down as one of my odder days ever.

Good Writing-Career News:
Someone asked to see more of my poetry, though the one I sent wasn't quite right.
I think I can deal with that.

Because You Always Wanted to Know:
Brahms' Violin Concerto--Music to Mop By!

My Family Now Has a Llama.
There's really no way to expand on that.

I could probably live a long, healthy, content life without ever hearing the word

FLOUNCE

used in a serious* way again.
Honestly, OtherWriterPeople. Flounce. Think about it--pronounce it aloud and cherish the vowels: Flounce!



* Brian Jacques use of it conveyed a snooty volewife's movements rather aptly. It sets my teeth on edge now, but it was not a bad try. But since when was he going for serious, even if he used it unhumorously?

Do you know how painful it is to know there is a perfectly beautiful little word-meter out there and that I've never been able to use it and likely, likely never will?
{weeps}
I'm at 16448 words as of this evening. That's only 400 behind my own projected average, and since I've been _catching_  _up_ on these workdays, rather than otherwise, 100% ahead.

My brother came home to a very nice surprise today:



That's an acoustic bass with a pick-up. In terms of Ishtari Quest, the band we hope to be eventually, this is excellent because it means we don't absolutely need an amp to do most of our songs. See, he writes them guitar style but with bass fretwork.
[Fretwork has a nice fake-swear sound to it. I shall take note...]