[life] post holiday depression

No, not really. Actually everything went really well, and Mom loved her pearls, thank you Dad for your brilliant idea. Yorkshire pud could have been better. Oh I am the ever searching Hunter of Despair, so I am.

News! On the writing front! Don't get too excited, you might scare it away! I wrote a bit of one of my novels whilst out at the in-laws' place. We shall see if it develops or just dies, like all its anemic siblings. Bah. What this proves, however, is that I write best when horribly, frustratingly bored. I need a log cabin with no TV and no internet and no access to the outside world, and maybe I'd actually finish one of my books within my natural lifespan. Curse you, World of Warcraft! Curse you, subtle seductions of weblogging and Google! A plague on all y'all's houses.

Tomorrow: shopping with Mother and Sister. Not exactly dreading this event so much as detachedly wondering how much of a disaster it will be. I love my sister, truly I do, but lock us up in the aforementioned log cabin and you would have one dead scion of the House of Chambers. One or the other would have to go. Considering that she enjoys Sally Ann's fine assortment of gently used goods, and I am more of a Gap girl (don't judge me! Don't you dare judge me!) tomorrow should be interesting.