she who the river could not hold

I spent much of today in one of those 'OH GOD I SUCK AT WRITING AND I AM GOING TO END UP IN A GUTTER MAKING UP LYMERICKS FOR BEER' moods. I made the mistake of re-reading one of the poorer-written bits of my zombie!novel and - shockingly - it was poorly written. UUUGH.

I hate writing first drafts, for this very reason.

I have somewhat cured this particular spell of brain!fail by eating belgian chocolate ice cream and knitting whilst watching the hotel inspector. Dave came round this morning to donate to me the remaining content of the parentals freezer, since they are off to France for three weeks and want to switch their freezer off, and in amongst that was the belgian chocolate ice cream. GOOD TIMES. And then another present from my older sister arrived in the form of another book of cool plushie patterns.

I constructed the head of a knitted teddy bear this morning and now have one half of its body done. It gives me something to do whilst I'm listening to my audio of Toni Morrisons Beloved (another one on my reading list for next year). And I like knitting.

But yes. I need to stop with the major panics every time I discover the bits of the zombie!novel that aren't particularly stellar. It's not doing me any good.

Also that new hotel inspector - Alex Polizzi - is kind of hot. Even when she's pregnant. It's about time I developed a pointless summer crush (it was that model of Gok's Fashion Fix last year) and I suspect this might be it. WOOO.