After a week of being super good about foods, tonight was a bad night. I blame it on Craig's coming home. Actually, I blame it on the cheesy garlic bread I get from Safeway. It was evil and insistent on being eaten. My body is now angry with me for the indulgence. I tried to placate it with one of the kids' ice cream sandwiches, but I don't think that did the trick. See? Bad food night. :)
Writing is going reasonably well. Next week's Echoes chapter is done, and I'm nearly done with chapter 11 of World. Smut chapters always take me twice as long to do. I much prefer writing plot chapters, or action chapters, so tell me, why is it I write romantica now? Because I'm a sucker for affairs of the heart, and I like happy endings. There's enough strife in this world already. I don't need to add to it. The plot bunny list is growing, and I think I'm changing which original work I'm going to tackle after World is done. It had initially started as an idea for a novella, but the bunny bit---hard---and I think it has to be full-length. It's a good thing, though. I need to be doing more original work anyway.
Other than that, life is pretty boring. The weekend should be more of the same. Andy, Craig's roomie from uni who Craig got the company to hire to replace him in the UK before we moved back, is in the country (here for the company's retreat thing), and he's coming over tomorrow night for dinner and to spend the night. Then, Saturday morning, it's off to the mall so that he can get his shopping done for his wife and kids before leaving on Sunday. I have to be extra nice to him. He brought me some Bisto (as I was running low), and one of the large containers split in his luggage, and all his clothes smell like beef gravy now. Oops.