Needless to say, not much was written on Chapter Eight of Daughter of Hounds yesterday. I managed only 527 words. It was the distraction, but it was also the difficulty of this present scene.
I got an e-mail from a fan in Portugal this morning, who mentioned his friends' inabiliy to access my website from school, which had blocked the site because of the nude photo of me on the front page. I'd really never even considered this. It's not like you can even see any of the naughty bits.
Spooky and I took a break from the Weather Channel last night long enough to watch the premiere episode of Rome on HBO. It was good, though I expect it will get better after a few episodes. I was annoyed at the frelling British accents. I know there's a time-honoured tradition of presenting Romans and Greeks with Brit accents, but it would have surely heightened the reality of the story if, in this respect, there could have been more of an attempt at historical accuracy.
Okay, well, I know this is a rather thin entry, but my mind is elsewhere, and I have pages to write.