<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266</id><updated>2012-01-31T08:54:04.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Quilling Time</title><subtitle type='html'>Spilling the ink on a writer's journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2441725773952553428</id><published>2009-05-09T10:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:30:19.666Z</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>Well, the last few months have wandered by fairly uneventfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did turn 31, though. It was Easter Saturday, and I had arrived in Australia the night before, so I had all my family around me. My Ma cooked her usual lamb roast (god, my mouth waters just thinking about it), and my older sister baked me a cake. Hooray! She didn't put icing on it, and she already cut it before she threw it in front of me. Hehehe. It was a nice thought, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had two weeks in Oz, soaking up the sun and enjoying the Easter festivities. For anyone wondering what to do for Easter, go to Bendigo, Victoria, Australia. The Easter parade on the Monday is famous for having the longest chinese dragon in the world. Its enoooormous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my trip to Oz was to see my little sister have a baby! I was only in Oz for two weeks, so it was a bit of a gamble that she'd have it while I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Monday of the second week she started having minor pains for a while, and by Thursday morning (after a full day and night in hard labour - damn its hard to watch someone in that much pain!) she had a little baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mina weighed 6lb 11oz, and everything went very smoothly. I was on video camera duty, so I saw the whole thing and had the best view. I tell ya, it was pretty damn amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has kinda slumped back into 'same old same old' now. I'm back in the UK, back at work, back in my little flat. I get to chat to my family on the computer every now and again, but its not the same as being there. But my sister says its 'same old same old' there too, so its an anticlimax all around. Little Mina eats, sleeps and shits... so I guess I'm not missing much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing has taken a back seat again. How uninterestingly predictable. I do think about it constantly, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a pic of me holding the new bub, or is she holding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/SgVacAvD7kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2vWrM-Sg3Z8/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/SgVacAvD7kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2vWrM-Sg3Z8/s400/DSC02608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333768770970447426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2441725773952553428?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2441725773952553428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2441725773952553428&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2441725773952553428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2441725773952553428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/SgVacAvD7kI/AAAAAAAAAqU/2vWrM-Sg3Z8/s72-c/DSC02608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7095184787539308928</id><published>2009-02-05T23:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:45:44.002Z</updated><title type='text'>New Life To Fleeting Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;So, the snow has been very helpful. Apart from giving me time off work - coz I have to catch two trains to get to work and both the Southeastern and the Southern lines were having a teeny bit of trouble with the snowflakes - its giving me time to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And write I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting back into my NaNoWriMo novel which, although completed with over 50,000 words, it wasn't completed completed. I finished Nano, but I cant actually say I have a completed novel on my hands. A lot of it was rough, and the storyline was a bit gappy. I need to add in a whole 'nother character, plus I'm thinking of adding in a twist to the plot aka Twilight style. (Gee, can ya guess what I'm talking about?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really been into the whole vamp novel thing, but 2009 seems like a good year to start afresh, so I'm going to see what I can do. Fleeting Life isn't going to be a vamp novel per se, but it will lead to one. Fleeting Life is actually a ghost novel. Well, sort of. Well, kinda sorta, but, umm... oh never mind. I dunno what it is. And I think its best I dont try to define it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's it going? Good, I think. I re-hashed the first chapter with a heart-thumping new section in it where the hero and heroine meet. I think its a must if I'm aiming for the younger market. I think the novel lacked a bit of heart and emotion anyway. Hopefully the snow will continue so I can take more time off to write more, but I'm happy with the new ideas I'm coming up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, and I'm blogging again. What a long break its been. Its been an iffy start to the year, but hopefully I can find some semblance of an ordered life and start getting back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, SNOW goddamit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7095184787539308928?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7095184787539308928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7095184787539308928&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7095184787539308928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7095184787539308928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-life-to-fleeting-life.html' title='New Life To Fleeting Life'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5424373160995710260</id><published>2009-02-05T20:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:33:42.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Just testing a sidebar blogger buddy thingy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5424373160995710260?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5424373160995710260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5424373160995710260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5424373160995710260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5424373160995710260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2009/02/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1446591493369500172</id><published>2009-01-04T14:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:38:02.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Have A Happy New Year - I Dare You!</title><content type='html'>What a crappy start to the New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke New Years Day with the beginnings of a three-day migraine! I only had three drinks the night before, so I dunno what brought that on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I was cleaning up my sister buzzed me on the computer and told me that one of her friends couldn't handle moving into 2009 and had hanged herself. Shame. She was awesome, and I'll miss her loads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to go to work on Friday coz I was too stupid to book it off as holiday, and I think at some point between leaving my house and getting home I lost my wallet. All my bank cards and stuff. Gone. And its soooo frustrating!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that after making loads of phone calls trying to find my wallet, and canceling all my cards, my phone battery went dead and my phone charger refuses to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been kind of liberating though. I've spent the last month or two accumulating possessions for my new flat, so I suppose it was things trying to balance out. I wandered around town with my friend who is staying with me and I felt oddly liberated not having my phone or wallet on me. My watch band broke a week ago, so I also didn't have a watch on. I was timeless and free. It was actually pretty cool (except for the sad sad news of my sister's friend weighing on my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was good to me, though. Amongst some lovely gifts I received Stephanie Meyer's 'Twilight'. Its out at the cinema at the moment, but I've got to read it first. The first chapter had me completely hooked and I'm now trying to slow down and enjoy it. Its looking good so far. I haven't read for a while now and I feel like I'm putting my feet back on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there it is. Happy New Year. It can only get better. My wardrobes, bookcases, and microwave are being delivered on Wednesday, and I hear its supposed to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH - almost forgot the most important news of all. The NEW Doctor! The 11th Doctor! Matt Smith eh? I was a little taken aback by his somewhat odd looks, but he interviewed well and I'm thinking he could be a good edition to the Doctor Who clan. I await Spring 2010 eagerly! (But I will always love David Tennant as the Doctor!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1446591493369500172?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1446591493369500172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1446591493369500172&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1446591493369500172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1446591493369500172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-happy-new-year-i-dare-you.html' title='Have A Happy New Year - I Dare You!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-9086564549763478400</id><published>2008-12-20T02:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:54:19.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Electricity in the Air</title><content type='html'>I can feel it. The buzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved into my own flat and I'm slowly gathering my things to me. I'm nesting and burrowing, gathering and collecting. I'm carving out my own space and it feels fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself occasionally thinking about my flat and I smile. Its a secret smile all to myself, and when I realise that it just makes me smile all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 is going to be my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buzz is buzzing, and its relentless. No matter what gets thrown at me (ie a job that is getting so stressful that I think my head is going to explode, an ex-husband who loves door-handle arguments etc) I still find myself smiling because I know I have my own space and I have my own future to carve out. Its deliciously selfish, and I'm gratuitiously writhing around in it and I'm not giving any apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when is the writing going to come? Soon. I feel it bubbling. I'm not such an inexperienced little girl that I'm going to push a great weight of expectation of my new situation onto my writing, I'm just going to carefully carve out a channel to properly direct myself towards success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight is out at the cinema, and I remember reading about it on the Pubrants blog, so I feel the push of competition and inspiration upon me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait. Bedamned with Christmas, and 2008 be over with! The new year is mine. I cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-9086564549763478400?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9086564549763478400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=9086564549763478400&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9086564549763478400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9086564549763478400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/electricity-in-air.html' title='Electricity in the Air'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5403685382451015679</id><published>2008-08-16T10:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:32:35.021Z</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Neglected Blog</title><content type='html'>I've been so lazy on the blog/writing front. No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've at least got a new job - Web Administrator for Southern Railway (www.southernrailway.com), which is great. I get to mess around with website.. well, within very strict guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm, so, yeah. I've got no excuses. I'm just lazy and haven't logged on to Blogger in ages. I really miss reading everyones updates, but its kinda tricky to be reading blogs while I'm at work coz my boss sits right behind me and I cant hear it when he swivels his chair around. He's always catching me out on Hotmail, so I'd better not push it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, though. Still thinking of everyone. Still thinking of writing. Still plotting away. Just had quite a busy personal life and have had quite a few changes, but I'm sure once I'm more settled I'll get back into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading 'A Game of Thrones' by George R.R. Martin at the moment. Its fcking excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5403685382451015679?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5403685382451015679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5403685382451015679&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5403685382451015679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5403685382451015679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-poor-neglected-blog.html' title='My Poor Neglected Blog'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-437491660029036941</id><published>2008-05-18T11:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:56:40.919Z</updated><title type='text'>Fast Times</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been working for a few weeks coz my temp job came to an end, which is soooo annoying financially, so I thought I'd fast for a few days. Ten days to be exact... and today is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very strange week. It feels so odd to wake up and not have to plan meals all day (or all week), and its pretty boring. The first two or three days were a bit agonising in that I had to watch hubs eat delicious food right in front of me!! But, at least he got off his fat arse and cooked for himself, which is one of the surprise side effects of this 'diet' (for lack of a better word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'diet' is actually called the Master Cleanse, and is sometimes also called the Lemonade Diet. Basically all you have is home made lemonade to drink (made from real lemons, no sugar!) and its supposed to clean you out etc. I've developed a bit of a cough but I would say thats understandable if I'm detoxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds all week, and this morning I had a small handful of berries. I stupidly ate them just after I brushed my teeth so they tasted pretty grose with the toothpaste taste in my mouth, but besides the taste it was a pretty uneventful breakfast. I'm not usually very hungry in the mornings, so its not a huge deal. I daresay by this evening I shall be quite rampant - especially since hubs is having burritos. But I'm not going to be stupid and jump into eating cooked meat for some days yet. I'm starting slow. Fruit first. Then raw veg. Then steamed veg. Then add some fish. Then add other healthy cooked food, and gradually build up to a balanced diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a stone in ten days, but I'd say thats pretty superficial. I dont expect my weight to keep plummeting once I start eating solid food again, but I'm going to keep the portions strictly small and the food strictly healthy so it at least keeps heading in the right direction no matter how slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wedding to go to in less than a month, and the dress I want to wear doesn't fit me. I'm determined to fit into it! I must!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front things have not only taken a back seat, they've pretty much been left by the roadside. I haven't read a blog in about three weeks (and haven't posted), and I haven't even read a book in that time also let alone written anything. But there is a reason... I've got a test coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called the 'Life In The UK' test and its for fucking immigrants. I have to pass this stupid bollocks test before I renew my visa in July. So, I've got a half-inch thick book to study and its fucken shite!! I spent six years at university loathing exams and now I've got to do another one! Goddammit!! I vowed never to do another damn exam ever again. I think its multiple choice, though, so that at least is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, must get on with my day and plan my meals for the next few days very carefully, before sticking my nose in the stupid book and learning all the statistics and intricacies of British Life. (Surely Aussies should be exempt! I mean, I worked in a pub when I came over here - isn't that enough?????)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-437491660029036941?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/437491660029036941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=437491660029036941&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/437491660029036941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/437491660029036941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/05/fast-times.html' title='Fast Times'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1334492201854894464</id><published>2008-04-25T11:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:19:06.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity at 30</title><content type='html'>If happiness is buying 10 new books guilt free (for my birthday) then stupidity is that 3 out of those 10 books I already own - so I've had to return them. But that doesn't mean I'm settling at 7 new books - oh no - it just means I can choose 3 other books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks are in town this week (they're Aussies but they live in NY), which is nice. Mummy dearest has bought me a sewing machine so I can now finish hemming my curtains! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite the domestic goddess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1334492201854894464?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1334492201854894464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1334492201854894464&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1334492201854894464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1334492201854894464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/stupidity-at-30.html' title='Stupidity at 30'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1188351350322814767</id><published>2008-04-17T12:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:43:57.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com" style="display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; background: url('http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png') no-repeat; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: #009933; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman, Arial, serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;116 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com"&gt;Speed test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this test a few times and improved with each time. I noticed that my typing speed got faster when I read ahead faster. Its a bit odd that the test uses random words rather than full sentences, which was a bit off putting at first, but at least they were easy common words without too many capital letters or apostrophes etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smugly chuffed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1188351350322814767?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1188351350322814767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1188351350322814767&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1188351350322814767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1188351350322814767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/holy-moly.html' title='Holy Moly!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7606693385375594900</id><published>2008-04-16T11:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:33:44.531Z</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt; Your Horoscope for APRIL 16, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the rush of energy over the past few days, Kate, today you may feel a powerful letdown. Not every day can be filled with adventure and excitement. For now, you just need to take care of the routine matters that are a by-product of life on Earth. However, keep in mind that there are many social opportunities coming up, and with the right kind of planning, you can get excitement back into your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to more excitement!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7606693385375594900?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7606693385375594900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7606693385375594900&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7606693385375594900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7606693385375594900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4313041372512782823</id><published>2008-04-15T12:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:28:12.765Z</updated><title type='text'>Happiness at 30!</title><content type='html'>Happiness is buying ten new books guilt-free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4313041372512782823?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4313041372512782823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4313041372512782823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4313041372512782823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4313041372512782823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/happiness-at-30.html' title='Happiness at 30!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2923748267860253029</id><published>2008-04-09T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:18:07.918Z</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Just takin' a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2923748267860253029?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2923748267860253029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2923748267860253029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2923748267860253029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2923748267860253029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3620923681856352882</id><published>2008-04-04T08:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:14:52.841Z</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares... or Not?</title><content type='html'>I had the weirdest dream last night. It involved a crocodile, a kitten, and my pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dream isn't the point. The point I wanted to make was that most of the time you hear about people waking up screaming, or talking in their sleep or whatever, but I woke myself up because I was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my body wanting to laugh but because I was so languide, being asleep and all that, I was making this funny choking sound. Hubs thought I was sobbing like a baby, but that didn't stop him from being annoyed that I'd woken him up. When he spoke to me I burst out laughing and tried to sloppily explain that having a crocodile and a kitten in your pants would make him laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly after that, and I dont remember any dreams thereafter, but I still have this odd image of the kitten trying to hide from the crocodile and my butt being scratched to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very odd! I wonder if there is a book idea in it. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3620923681856352882?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3620923681856352882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3620923681856352882&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3620923681856352882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3620923681856352882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/nightmares-or-not.html' title='Nightmares... or Not?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6749209399524642441</id><published>2008-04-02T14:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:40:11.871Z</updated><title type='text'>Thud &amp; Mayhem</title><content type='html'>It was going so well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of my book organised in my head (so, really, if its only in my head then its not really a 'book', but I shall call it a book nonetheless and I will feel no shame that not a word has yet been written!), I can almost see the first chapter and can hear how it will sound if read aloud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then THUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sleepless Sunday night and a tummy ache (well what can I really expect from eating chips &amp; burgers two nights in a row!) lead me to take Monday off work - which I'm paid hourly at coz I'm a temp - which depressed me even more since if I'm not at work then I'm not earning. The only thing keeping me going through Monday and Tuesday (back at work and dead tired, head dully throbbing) was the waiting waiting waiting to hear the verdict on my interview at Penguin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the pub Tuesday night and against all good common sense I had three pints of Doom Bar (lovely bitter), and happily trotted home to find an evilly cold and disconnected email in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been expecting a phone call from at least one of the girls who interviewed me, but the email was from a strangely named HR employee. The friendly 'thanks' at the beginning was enough to let me know that they'd stupidly passed on hiring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. After 2.5 years, three stints of work experience, and over 60 applications to Penguin I'd say it was about time I was interviewed. Someone once told me that persistence is the key... I suppose I'm being persistent eh. Hehehe. I'm not sure why I've set my sights on Penguin - maybe its because its got a cute name and an even cuter little logo - but since I haven't got any other work-related goals (obviously other than being a writer of fabulous novels) then I figured I may as well set my sights on SOMETHING! It certainly beats the crappy secretary job I'm doing now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, until I can get my ideas down onto paper succinctly and get published and make enough money to quit my day job then I may as well keep trying to break into the publishing industry, coz at least I'll be surrounded by books which is definitely not a bad place to be. A damn sight better than working in a shit job in an industry I care so little about it makes me strain my eyes from rolling them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more job applications pending for Penguin - but now I have someone's email address in HR, so I'm going to chase them up directly!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwah ha ha ha haaaa... I shall snag that elusive job - I shall be victorious!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could shake this lingering migraine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6749209399524642441?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6749209399524642441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6749209399524642441&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6749209399524642441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6749209399524642441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/04/thud-mayhem.html' title='Thud &amp; Mayhem'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4329186054888894175</id><published>2008-03-26T10:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:11:59.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Anthology Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.anthologybuilder.com/welcome.php" target="_BLANK"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; could be good. Although the submission guidelines 'request' that material be previously published I'm thinking I might try my luck and enter a few of my whimsical little stories and see how they go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4329186054888894175?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4329186054888894175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4329186054888894175&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4329186054888894175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4329186054888894175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/anthology-builder.html' title='Anthology Builder'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2874248405123428844</id><published>2008-03-18T11:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:42:10.674Z</updated><title type='text'>Excellent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.moneycentral.msn.com/ticker/article.aspx?Feed=PR&amp;Date=20080129&amp;ID=8107443&amp;Symbol=DIS" target="_BLANK"&gt;Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series is going to turn into a tv series! BRILL!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2874248405123428844?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2874248405123428844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2874248405123428844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2874248405123428844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2874248405123428844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/excellent.html' title='Excellent!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7809203280171946326</id><published>2008-03-17T12:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:51:42.689Z</updated><title type='text'>Dont Blog It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.robinhobb.com/rant.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;This 'rant' is soooo true it makes me cringe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the irony of this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When weakness grips me again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7809203280171946326?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7809203280171946326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7809203280171946326&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7809203280171946326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7809203280171946326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-blog-it.html' title='Dont Blog It'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-933204755123235074</id><published>2008-03-14T14:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:17:57.635Z</updated><title type='text'>Google Docs</title><content type='html'>Just been playing around with Google Docs. I'd never heard of it before and thought it might be a good tool for writing when I'm not at home. Previously I'd just write in a Word document then email it to myself when I was done for the day, but that added up to sometimes multiple word docs all over the place, and was generally a pain in the arse. Especially if I was using &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; as well which has to be uploaded into a word document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also publish to my blog from Google Docs. How cool is that?! It would be handy if in my next job I am unable to access blogs... but I dont post very often anyway so I think I'm just stalling on the writing front by testing out groovy new tech stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is my middle name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-933204755123235074?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/933204755123235074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=933204755123235074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/933204755123235074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/933204755123235074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/google-docs.html' title='Google Docs'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6924745853903384079</id><published>2008-03-14T14:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:17:37.492Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6924745853903384079?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6924745853903384079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6924745853903384079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6924745853903384079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6924745853903384079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2271269722287210647</id><published>2008-03-14T13:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T13:42:48.204Z</updated><title type='text'>I Should Be A What...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/sci-fi.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2271269722287210647?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2271269722287210647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2271269722287210647&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2271269722287210647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2271269722287210647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-should-be-what.html' title='I Should Be A What...?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-9012315742601558471</id><published>2008-03-11T14:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:58:37.533Z</updated><title type='text'>Countryside</title><content type='html'>So, I've chosen the boots I want, and the jacket I want (not the ones I was previously thinking about. I decided on one of the &lt;a href="http://www.barbourbymail.co.uk/newproduct.aspx?ProductStyleID=105990&amp;CategoryID=1596" target="_BLANK" title="There is a pic of a chick wearing this jacket under the link 'more images'"&gt;mens jackets&lt;/a&gt;)... now all I have to do is convince Mum that she wants to buy them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've succeeded with the boots - mainly because they dont sell the ones I want in the UK, only in the US, and also because they're actually quite cheap... but the jacket is a lot more pricey and may need more some kind of bribe in order to succeed in persuading her. Though, Mum is a lover of quality and these are damn fine quality jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed. Hehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still aint done a scrap of writing. I'm so lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-9012315742601558471?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9012315742601558471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=9012315742601558471&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9012315742601558471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9012315742601558471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/countryside.html' title='Countryside'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1098451159993439080</id><published>2008-03-07T14:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:03:23.211Z</updated><title type='text'>New Jacket</title><content type='html'>I've been viewing the &lt;a href="http://www.barbour.com" target="_BLANK"&gt;Barbour&lt;/a&gt; website almost daily for a week now, trying to decide which jacket to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've narrowed it down to the Flyweight Wax Utility or Amelia jacket, I think. But I just dont know. I've tried on a few at lunchtimes (there is a Barbour shop just around the corner from where I work - so handy!), but they dont have the entire range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to go to Harrods tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I haven't been to Harrods since I was 9! Yikes, thats 1987... 21 years ago, when me and my family were living in the UK for a year (and when I first fell in love with England and started feeling like it was home). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, from above you can deduce that I am hitting the big 3-0 this year. In five weeks. OMG. Five weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its less than that. 4.5 weeks. April 11th. 30. Years. Old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking me out, man. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway... back to the new jacket - must keep myself occupied. Going shopping tomorrow. Should be fun. Should be. (and expensive!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1098451159993439080?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1098451159993439080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1098451159993439080&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1098451159993439080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1098451159993439080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-jacket.html' title='New Jacket'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1550576215999861794</id><published>2008-03-07T14:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:04:01.935Z</updated><title type='text'>Be Adventurous!</title><content type='html'>I really like &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2008/03/angie-fox-three-things-i-had-to-do-in.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from over at &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com" target="_BLANK"&gt;Bookends&lt;/a&gt;. I think that the three points that Angie rose are excellent, and are what can make or break a book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I could put it much better than she did, so I wont try, but I know that after a couple of glasses of JD &amp; Coke I find that my fear (ie the side of me that makes me say "oh my god, did I just write that?!") diminishes and I start being more adventurous and seeing the potential of where my story could go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think its quite important not to stick with the first few ideas you come up with and actually push yourself to the limit of your creativity. I mean, really, if the best ideas could be had so quickly and easily then why is it that most (all?) authors say writing a good book is actually quite difficult?! I've read some of the crap I've come up with at the drop of a hat, and to be honest it was utter crap. I may have had the seeds of some good ideas planted in there, but they definitely didn't flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting in surprises is a good point, though I think it could backfire. In one book I read by Robin Hobb, right near the end she put in a surprise - it was a new race of people called the Peksies (or something like that) that she used to create conflict to keep Fitz from getting back to Buckkeep in time to see the Fool before he leaves possibly forever, and not only did it annoy me that she left the book on a cliff hanger like that, but it annoyed me that before then I'd never heard of the Peksies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps thats not the right example for putting a 'surprise' in your story. Perhaps its just the smaller 'surprises' that Angie was meaning, ie like the dog talking back to the protag. But anyway, good or bad they will definitely make the writing more adventurous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love a good adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1550576215999861794?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1550576215999861794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1550576215999861794&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1550576215999861794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1550576215999861794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-really-like-this-post-from-over-at.html' title='Be Adventurous!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2562987719758024067</id><published>2008-03-06T12:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:56:15.392Z</updated><title type='text'>Exiting Dystopia</title><content type='html'>Went for a two hour walk with the hubs last night, through the paths in the forests and fields around where he grew up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the best way to cure a migraine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to make it a regular thing (which will be good for my ever-expanding waist), so I've been spending all my time looking for maps of paths and walks throughout the Kent countryside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got friends who have got a landrover, so we've been out with them a few times down some pretty obscure and muddy lanes, which has been fun, but sometimes you just need to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its free, too. And we sooo dont need to be spending money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prize at the end of each walk is a quick stop for a quiet drink in one of the many marvelous country pubs in the region. We went to the Crown in Knockholt last night. A very quiet pub, but I love the decor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that these nighttime wanderings will get my brain plotting some more coz I'm seriously lagging on the writing front. Not only that, it hasn't even been occupying my thoughts as much as it usually does. I normally cant stop thinking about the stories I want to write. They're all dormant at the moment, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out for lunch now.. looking for a new jacket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2562987719758024067?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2562987719758024067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2562987719758024067&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2562987719758024067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2562987719758024067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/exiting-dystopia.html' title='Exiting Dystopia'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7497125066361020130</id><published>2008-03-04T11:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:49:54.809Z</updated><title type='text'>No Sleep</title><content type='html'>Migraine. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moaning. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least its Tuesday. (pub night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7497125066361020130?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7497125066361020130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7497125066361020130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7497125066361020130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7497125066361020130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-sleep.html' title='No Sleep'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8161960591592451000</id><published>2008-02-29T15:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:43:00.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Drag</title><content type='html'>Is today dragging or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because I'm at work with no work to do. I'm twiddling my thumbs. I'm all blogged out as far as reading goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should spend time writing, but with my head so full of cold I just cant think straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to an easy weekend. I'm going to make a raspberry and chocolate pavlova tomorrow night. I'm actually going to make two, one for Saturday night when we have friends over, and the other for Mother's Day. I've never made one before but it seems easy. Whip eggwhites, add sugar, bake, cool, add topping, eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally dont bake... Only because of laziness really, and the complete lack of interest I have in desserts. Its quite odd actually. I thought I was such a sweet tooth, but that really only applies to chocolate. And I mean just straight chocolate - not chocolate flavoured things. Pah. Choc flavoured things are fakes. Give me the real creamy chocolatiness of proper brown gold above any 'flavoured' thing any day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But I am going to bake tomorrow, mainly because its the first friends we're having over for dinner since moving into our new flat, and because I know they like pavlova (merengue!). I'm so looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to receiving a package from my Mum tomorrow. I think she has sent me socks. Mums - Damn fine creatures, eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, well, I'm going to try to fill the rest of my day... only two hours to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8161960591592451000?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8161960591592451000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8161960591592451000&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8161960591592451000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8161960591592451000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/drag.html' title='Drag'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6658536446366238735</id><published>2008-02-29T11:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:25:53.817Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cold Writer</title><content type='html'>I am full of cold. Sniffling and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TFIF (I dont thank God for anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having an easy night tonight, though I have to clean the house. I probably shouldn't drink, but I have two whole bottles of Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan and I dont want them having a party in my cupboard without me. Perhaps I'll just drop in for one or two, then pass out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the writing front - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, have I been lazy! I keep trying to live by the same excuse of 'just moved house, life a mess, cant possibly write right now'... but the truth is is that time is relative and like anything juicy you can always squeeze one last drop out. There is enough time in the day. I just have to recognise it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk?" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; has been gathering dust since I pathetically failed Nano last year, and I even had a hard time remembering what my damn Nano novel was about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lurking and absorbing all the info still being churned out in the blogosphere, and have occasionally left a comment or two, but generally I've been living under the radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get back to writing. I will. I must. I want to. I really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to be full of cold. *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really want a decent damn job. And one within publishing so that I can stay close to my love. I hate working in crap industries that I have absolutely zero interest. I'm temping with a property company at the moment. They 'interviewed' me for the permanent position and asked the horrid question: 'Why do you want to work in property?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rant rant rant (I've removed what I originally wrote coz I just realised if anyone at work googled my name it could come up and that wouldn't be at all good!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... What has got into me? I wonder if its a full moon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6658536446366238735?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6658536446366238735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6658536446366238735&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6658536446366238735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6658536446366238735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-writer.html' title='The Cold Writer'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-9127917757548703952</id><published>2008-02-28T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:14:29.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Grrr</title><content type='html'>Bloomsbury sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An agency has put me forward for a job at Pengiun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-9127917757548703952?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9127917757548703952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=9127917757548703952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9127917757548703952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9127917757548703952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2060314383556671142</id><published>2008-02-21T13:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:09:25.921Z</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I?</title><content type='html'>Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, lurking on the net. Watching. Reading. Learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enthusiasm for this blog thing has fizzled a bit, but I'm getting more settled in my new house, and we've just bought a new computer, so once I get sorted with a permanent job then I'm sure I'll snap out of my wanderings and will post something more like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about our new computer. Its big and fancy and it actually WORKS! Its my first time with Vista, and it seems ok. Not sure there was anything wrong with XP, but there ya go. My lap top, after crashing three times in one week, has been reloaded again and if I can manage to get myself a wireless router without parting with any precious £££ then I'll have it connected to the internet as a backup (where I can download to my heart's content without affecting the speed of the new computer - or without opening it up to viruses!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is all but done. We've got curtains, but no poles to hang them on. This should be rectified by the weekend. All the fixtures and fittings are on the walls etc, except for a bathroom shelf, and the new massive mirror is being delivered next Tuesday. All we have to do now is find some bedside tables, a sofa bed for the spare room, and some dressing table type drawers or shelves that I can use by my bedroom mirror without taking up too much space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Normalcy has pretty much returned. Except on the job front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at a property consultant place doing very little work! I'm a secretary to the valuations department, but all of last week I just sat there twiddling my thumbs. It got quite boring as there is only so much surfing on the net you can do without going crazy, but at least they were paying me. I squandered the time when I could have been using it as writing time. Ah well. My muse is still on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to hear back about an interview I attended on Tuesday. If I get the job then I'm going to be over the moon. I hope they call soon. If not by 4pm then I'm definitely calling them! Mustn't be pushy, but hopefully I will be seen as 'enthusiastic and proactive' though I think I'll come across as pathetic and desperate. I'm sure they'll consider me though, they didn't pass up on publishing Harry Potter like every other publisher out there. Thats right. Its Bloomsbury publishing. I didn't call them. They called me. Thats got to be a good sign, right?! I put my CV out there for a job that I was in no way qualified to do, but they called me up anyway to interview me for another position. Hoorah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting... waiting... waiting for that call...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2060314383556671142?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2060314383556671142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2060314383556671142&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2060314383556671142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2060314383556671142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4435516542805105262</id><published>2008-01-26T13:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:04:39.203Z</updated><title type='text'>ONLINE!</title><content type='html'>Finally. Got the internet set up at home! I think its a bit shaky, but it seems to be holding for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the time to spend surfing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4435516542805105262?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4435516542805105262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4435516542805105262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4435516542805105262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4435516542805105262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/online.html' title='ONLINE!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5375525963026783878</id><published>2008-01-11T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:54:13.676Z</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><content type='html'>Back from Oz. Moved into new flat. No internet connection yet. No job. No writing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries! Things are starting to settle down and I'm going to try to get the internet set up at home by early next week. Just bought a load of new furniture today. Hooray. Only got to paint, change the carpet, and fix the tv to the wall and we're set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to things going back to normal. I'd even welcome a boring rut! I haven't had a chance to read any blogs or anything in the last month, let alone devote any time to writing! Ah well. Mustn't rush things. Stress is a funny thing, and I'm going to try to concentrate on relaxing and not worrying about the things I'm not doing but should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got about four bottles of Jack Daniels for Christmas... thats a good start! People know me so well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5375525963026783878?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5375525963026783878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5375525963026783878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5375525963026783878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5375525963026783878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-time.html' title='No Time'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6267070318468415036</id><published>2007-12-26T06:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T06:18:50.262Z</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Finally moved into our new house on Friday December 14th!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then jetted off to Oz for two weeks from December 20th.... Ahhh.. the summer sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see the folks etc and be able to get online. Hopefully my bro can fix my computer so when I fly back to the UK I can get online at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I've gotta find another job, dammit! At least I've got a week's work experience at Penguin Publishing.. Fingers crossed that they take me on full time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6267070318468415036?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6267070318468415036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6267070318468415036&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6267070318468415036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6267070318468415036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/12/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5489355766933945502</id><published>2007-12-07T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:56:40.217Z</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The days keep dripping past like a leaky tap, and I'm still homeless. Martin and I are staying in a little holiday cottage (set in the delightful Kent countryside), which is lovely. Its frustrating, though, that we're having to live out of suitcases and we wont have enough time to settle into our new house before we go away for Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will exchange and complete on our new house before we go away, anyway, so that we can at least have the keys and partially move in.&lt;br /&gt;Its taken over four months so far. We first viewed the house on the 29th July, and had our offer accepted on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to get my computer up and running again, and I haven't written anything more on &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; because there isn't much room left and I've got no where to download it to! So, book-wise I'm lagging. I've started reading 'Eats Shoots and Leaves' which is quite enjoyable. I absolutely adore grammar. I'm hoping to be able to master it one day. I'm still fumbling with it, and it frustrates me so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a spiffing new book idea!! I know, I know I should finish what I've already got started, but I just cant help it. The ideas just keep pouring into my head!! I'm going to keep the title secret for a while, until I can develop the plot some more. I'm going to keep the plot secret too... just because. Its a special project that I want to keep quiet about until its fully fleshed out. I will give one hint about it though....... It contains elements of time travel. (Its set in modern day, but has a touch of the fantastic about it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little bit perplexed. I feel myself leaning towards writing fantasy themes into modern settings, rather than my favourite genre of pure fantasy (dragons, myth and magic! Not demons, vampires or YA stuff, but your classic Tolkein fantasy!). Perhaps thats not the writer I'm supposed to be. I'm still going to stick with it, though. I'm not going to give up on my 'Cloud People' (temporary title) book until I've finished it, shopped it around for about ten years, pulled it apart and re-written it, shopped it around for another ten years, used it as a level under my crooked table, shopped it around some more, and then finally used it to wipe my arse with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Must get on. I will return to writing in the New Year, when I start my week's 'work experience' with Penguin Group UK (YES!). Fingers crossed that they give me a full time job!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5489355766933945502?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5489355766933945502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5489355766933945502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5489355766933945502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5489355766933945502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2812507259425165411</id><published>2007-11-30T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:41:12.962Z</updated><title type='text'>Re-Pitch For My Fantasy Novel</title><content type='html'>I dont know why I'm playing around with pitches. I suppose because I'm avoiding having to do any work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Title]: Children of the Ether, Book 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom is in turmoil. King Enyard has ensured that his people will subsist the Breaking through a pact made with the mysterious Ethereans, but the dragon wars are weakening the Kingdom’s defences and many are turning their favour towards his charismatic brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellusia has grown up as the bane of her people. She was the first to survive since the Breaking, and is struggling to keep secret the consequences of the pact her father made. When her brother is killed she must decide between loyalty to her father and her people before the Kingdom tears her and itself apart and falls from the sky.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2812507259425165411?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2812507259425165411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2812507259425165411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2812507259425165411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2812507259425165411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-pitch-for-my-fantasy-novel.html' title='Re-Pitch For My Fantasy Novel'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4279982032794076321</id><published>2007-11-30T09:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T16:42:21.231Z</updated><title type='text'>Re-Pitch</title><content type='html'>I think I can do better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena Kinsella is on the brink of having the perfect life. Moving away from her controlling Nan, and on the verge of love she becomes the victim of a serial killer, but quickly discovers that there is more to death than it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of a few kindred spirits Elena sets out to discover who her murderer is; and when her best friend becomes the next target she must find a way to stop him before her time runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. not sure. I'll keep tweaking it, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4279982032794076321?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4279982032794076321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4279982032794076321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4279982032794076321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4279982032794076321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/re-pitch.html' title='Re-Pitch'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-9109411286620450074</id><published>2007-11-29T17:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:28:13.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Life</title><content type='html'>This is my pitch for my novel Fleeting Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena Kinsella is on the brink of having the perfect life. She has just moved out from under her Nan’s controlling power, into her own flat, and has spied a future love interest in one of her customers at work. Unfortunately, she becomes the victim of the local serial killer, and quickly discovers that there is more to death when she realises that no one can see or hear her unless she wills it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to watch the world carry on without her, with the help of a few kindred spirits, Elena sets out to discover who her murderer is before her time runs out. While watching and waiting she falls for James, the handsome customer she met on the eve of her death, and when her best friend becomes the next potential victim Elena must find a way to save her friend, and James, before its too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first draft was finished last November... I'm trying to work up the energy to get back to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-9109411286620450074?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9109411286620450074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=9109411286620450074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9109411286620450074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9109411286620450074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/fleeting-life.html' title='Fleeting Life'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4508214623106707318</id><published>2007-11-23T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:46:07.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Comic Relief</title><content type='html'>Dear IT Support:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the Flower and Jewellery applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 and then installed undesirable programs such as: Football 5.0, Rugby 4.3 and Cricket 3.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs; it simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, to no avail What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed, Desperate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desperate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an Operating System. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try entering the command: C:/I-THOUGHT-YOU-LOVED-ME to download Tears 6.2, which should automatically install Guilt 3.0. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0, or Beer 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Beer 6.1 is a very nasty program that will create Snoring Loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law. This is not a supported application and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally would recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, IT Support ------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4508214623106707318?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4508214623106707318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4508214623106707318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4508214623106707318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4508214623106707318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/comic-relief.html' title='Comic Relief'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6716385280952717715</id><published>2007-11-23T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T13:29:03.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>I've got one hell of a weekend coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta finish packing and make trips to the dump on Saturday morning. Also got to take almost everything we own to Big Yellow Storage (which means writing out an inventory as well), by sundown on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday or Tuesday (will find out which day it'll be on Saturday) I've got to be present while some dudes and a big truck come and take away all our furniture that we dont want (two sofas, tv cabinet, two sideboards, coffee table, kitchen table, tumble dryer, and mouldy bed), for a price! Then I've got to dump the rest of our bits and pieces at Big Yellow before going to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I've managed to organise a cleaner to do the carpets without me having to be present! Then Tues night we gather all our luxuries etc and go to the little holiday cottage I was able to book, and hopefully still be able to go to the pub for silly Tuesday (our weekly chill-out night at the pub!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I've got to meet the inventory clerk at the old house and try to convince her that we haven't ruined the house, and then I give her the keys! Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its just wait wait wait wait wait wait and wait some more until we exchange and complete on our new house. Hopefully we'll exchange today or on Monday which would be fucken great. It better all happen before December 20th, anyway, coz we're off to Oz for two weeks and we'd like to have a home to come back to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving house is a fucking nightmare. Especially so if your tenancy on your stupid rented house expires before you can move into the new place. They all assured me we'd be in the new place before November. I'm pleased that I never fucking believed them because they are all WRONG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanowrimo? Fuck it. I quit this year. No time to even think about scratching my arse let alone writing a novel. I'll aim to have it done by my birthday in April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6716385280952717715?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6716385280952717715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6716385280952717715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6716385280952717715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6716385280952717715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2698276961199849668</id><published>2007-11-21T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:14:05.034Z</updated><title type='text'>Dead Computer With A Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Computer crashed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost everything on it since May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including my nano book. BUT - I haven't yet deleted it from &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; so all is not lost!&lt;br /&gt;Photos, however, are a different story. We had uploaded most of them to Facebook, but a majority of them are gone.. including our anniversary trip to Dublin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside we did manage to get two tickets to see Led Zeppelin! This, however, could possibly have been a hoax because as soon as we bought the tickets the computer crashed. But it seemed legit. It was all through ticketmaster etc. Ah well. We shall see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written a thing since last week. I'm woefully behind. I feel like the retarded kid in school who is encouraged to run the marathon but ends up looking like the mutant Toxic Avenger gallumphing slowly down the track with all horrified eyes of the audience glued on me like dried fish guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No news on the fucking house move either. Two queries still outstanding. One is imminent, the other depends on how fast Sevenoaks District fucking Council get off their fat arses are send the required documentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting on other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need lots of JD when this is all done. Bucket loads!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2698276961199849668?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2698276961199849668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2698276961199849668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2698276961199849668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2698276961199849668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-computer-with-silver-lining.html' title='Dead Computer With A Silver Lining'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3704888348205597817</id><published>2007-11-19T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:35:13.868Z</updated><title type='text'>Stressed With a Capital 'S'</title><content type='html'>House moving sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rent agreement is due to expire next Wednesday.. ie 9 days! and we have yet to exchange and complete on our new house due to useless fucking solicitors not picking up their fucking phones and calling each other even though they know its urgent. Why they cant sort out queries over the phone, by email or fax, I have no idea... but I must say they are definitely not worth the bullshit price they charge when they cant get simple queries answered.&lt;br /&gt;The estate agent, vendor, and I all feel like we're match-makers, each of us trying to coax the other into phoning directly rather than writing fucking time-wasting letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its likely we'll be homeless in 9 days. We've got to spend out on getting all of our furniture taken to the dump, as its not really saleable, and I dont want to be bothered with trying to sell the shit anyway. We've decided that we're going to leave the freezer at the property, because it costs to dispose of fridges and freezers. When we throw the bed away we wont have anything else to sleep on... but anything is better than the mould infested piece of shit we've got at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm not really a happy bunny at the moment. I should be spending my time immersed in my Nano book, but this morning on the train I just could not face it (I also had to run for the fucking train again this morning due to some pretty fucked up traffic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what my word count is. I haven't uploaded my words from &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; for days, but either way I'm pretty sure I'm still under 20k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've cancelled the piano lesson tonight, coz I'm just not in the mood. I've been giving myself headaches from clenching my jaw all day every day. I've been on the phone to the estate agent daily (three times today so far) trying to chase up where this house move stands, and I've got so much stuff thats urgent at work as well, so I'm feeling a little stretched thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the hangover of hangovers yesterday. Which still seems to be lingering, even now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooo need a holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3704888348205597817?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3704888348205597817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3704888348205597817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3704888348205597817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3704888348205597817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/stressed-with-capital-s.html' title='Stressed With a Capital &apos;S&apos;'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8168169329388405653</id><published>2007-11-13T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:20:57.978Z</updated><title type='text'>Nanowrimo aka Disaster-wrimo</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be over the 20k mark by now, but I'm still floundering at around 13k. (Haven't updated my word count thingy yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too disappointed about it though. November is bloody stressful, but I am writing every day. I manage to clock out about 1000 words every morning on the train, so I'm slowly and steadily moving along - which is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... 1000 words a day only equals 30k at the end of November, so I'll be 20k short. I'm not going to beat myself up about it, because unlike last year I'm paying more attention to the quality of the work. I've also had to slow down a bit because I dont have it as completely planned out like last year's Fleeting Life was. Writing a fantasy novel is a lot more tricky than I thought. So many things to think about. And I've only decided on three of the characters' names. So I've got many characters called Boy 1 Boy 2, Old Servant, Younger Servant, Queen, Captain, etc. Naming them will have to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some helpful comments I'm going to add 'No Plot, No Problem' to my Christmas Wish List. I'm also going to re-read Robin Hobb's farseer trilogy once November is over. The reason for this is because its written in the first person, and I've never seen that before in a fantasy novel... and I'm trying it. I must be crazy, but its too late to turn back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway. I may not win Nano this year, but I'm still steadily pumping out words, and I'm happy with that. As long as I'm happy, all is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8168169329388405653?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8168169329388405653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8168169329388405653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8168169329388405653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8168169329388405653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/nanowrimo-aka-disaster-wrimo.html' title='Nanowrimo aka Disaster-wrimo'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-9148201520154679217</id><published>2007-11-06T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:31:44.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c228/tennant05/vid1/hmv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c228/tennant05/vid1/hmv6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We interrupt this Nanowrimo with a special report on Doctor Who!&lt;br /&gt;I went along to the signing on Oxford Street, HMV store, on Monday the 5th. I used my last day of holiday that I have left until April. I didnt get there in time to be one of the lucky 300 people that got a wristband in order to get their DVDs signed, but I went along anyway to see if I could get a sneak peak at him! I managed to take loads of blurry photos, and made friends with a fellow Aussie and David Tennant fan, which was nice. &lt;br /&gt;After the signing I waited like a real crazy geek in the alley way to watch him exit the side door. I managed to get a lovely glimpse of him as he rushed out and into his car - and he looked straight at me!! I could have died right on the spot! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dork! Although I like to consider myself a stealth geek. Not geeky looking, but if you analysed me a little and discovered all my secret obsessions then you'll see I'm as geeky as hell! &lt;br /&gt;One of the signees was this squat greasy-haired woman who had a beard! Yes, a beard! It was horrible!! I pity poor David and Freema who had to sit through the signing with such repulsive creatures coming up and slobbering all over them! I'm glad I kept my cool and didn't shout out or act insane. I was merely casually loiting in the HMV store, and then casually loitering in the alley way. At least, thats what I tell myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Alice Cooper that day too! I had a cup of tea in Starbucks in Borders Bookshop and he was there signing copies of his new book. There were less people there than at the Doctor Who signing so I was able to get closer and get a better pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-9148201520154679217?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9148201520154679217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=9148201520154679217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9148201520154679217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/9148201520154679217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/doctor-who.html' title='Doctor Who!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c228/tennant05/vid1/th_hmv6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-264434430308756965</id><published>2007-11-06T13:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:32:28.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>I crashed and burned with my &lt;a href="http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/pitch.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;pitch&lt;/a&gt; on the &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Bookends&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uff da! Too long. My first concern is that your first paragraph makes absolutely no sense to me. You’re dropping in a lot of information that I probably don’t need to know at all at this point and that only confuses me. In fact, the second doesn’t help much either. What’s the real conflict here? When does the story really get going? Does it start moving at the Breaking of the World or the pact with the Ethereans? Is it about Ellusia or about her father? I think you need to clarify exactly who the protagonist is and what the conflict is. It seems to me your pitch is more along the lines of, “Ellusia Carver has led a protected and spoiled life as princess in her father’s Kingdom high above the clouds, but when civil unrest hits and her brother is killed, Ellusia is forced to leave her protected world to battle the beasts so many tried so hard to keep her away from.” Or something that would be of course much better then that. I think you get the point though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Back to the drawing board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-264434430308756965?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/264434430308756965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=264434430308756965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/264434430308756965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/264434430308756965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8317436026144136345</id><published>2007-11-01T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:22:44.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Nanowrimo... Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>I am so not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to fail miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a rough outline and about a quarter of the chapters all planned out, but I'm just not mentally prepared for this. I barely have any time to fit it in what with moving house this month, and going to the gym, and being lazy... but I suppose like last year's Nanowrimo I will most likely do all my writing while on the train in the morning on the way to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to be more methodical in my approach to it this year and try to write a constant amount of words each day as a base minimum so that any extra words are a bonus (but cannot be classed as granting a day off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see how it goes at the end of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its currently half way through the first day and I haven't written a word. The hubby has a lot of Facebooking to do tonight (his profile magically disappeared last night... It wasn't me!) so hopefully I'll be able to get my days worth of words down while he's doing that. Thank God I've got &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk?" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; to type on, coz hubby will be using the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8317436026144136345?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8317436026144136345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8317436026144136345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8317436026144136345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8317436026144136345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/11/nanowrimo-here-we-go.html' title='Nanowrimo... Here We Go!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8520837508426239192</id><published>2007-10-30T13:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:38:19.332Z</updated><title type='text'>The Pitch</title><content type='html'>Last week I had the urge to sum up the book I'm going to write in November (very bad working title of 'Cloud People'), and I happened to wander over to &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Bookends&lt;/a&gt; and saw the &lt;a href="http://bookendslitagency.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfecting-your-pitch.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;Perfecting Your Pitch&lt;/a&gt; post. So, I added my pitch to the comments section, along with 130 others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the Seventeenth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxiously awaiting it being torn apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since re-reading it I want to tweak it some more, but its not a bad start. It lifts a weight off my shoulders to have it written down like that, but until its torn apart I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I think it needs a more catchy sentence stitched onto the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. For my own information here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy Novel (Untitled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellusia Carver is the first child born that has survived, since the Breaking of the World. Her father's Kingdom is suspended high up in the clouds with the aid of the Magicians of Tove while the world below them boils in a turmoil of dragons and fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom is in civil unrest and the King's brother is gaining more favour as he steps up his search for a safe place to settle their fragile land. The King, however, wants to reach upwards and develop the pact he entered into with the Ethereans, who saved his daughter’s life, but at what cost? In the middle of this Ellusia is growing up isolated and confused. When her brother is killed she becomes the sole heir to the throne of a Kingdom that is turning against her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8520837508426239192?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8520837508426239192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8520837508426239192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8520837508426239192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8520837508426239192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/pitch.html' title='The Pitch'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8798957080989298385</id><published>2007-10-25T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:06:30.634Z</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things</title><content type='html'>So many things to write about... but no time (or strong enough urge to stop me from being lazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll get back to blogging next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8798957080989298385?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8798957080989298385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8798957080989298385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8798957080989298385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8798957080989298385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-things.html' title='So Many Things'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6995632647749807413</id><published>2007-10-16T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:51:44.399Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspired To Write</title><content type='html'>This link &lt;a href="http://www.deepgenre.com/wordpress/kateelliott/business-of-writing/advice-for-first-time-sff-novelists/" target="_BLANK"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; has given me a burst of inspiration to get writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm stuck on my plot though. Its frustrating. I'm fine with getting a back story and loose entire plot organised, its just all the little sub plots and the actual rolling out of the main plot that I get tangled up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sit down and think without interruption!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to use my brain before it fizzles away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6995632647749807413?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6995632647749807413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6995632647749807413&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6995632647749807413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6995632647749807413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/inspired-to-write.html' title='Inspired To Write'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8051021915073423656</id><published>2007-10-16T14:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:23:48.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream Home?</title><content type='html'>Seems a little bit computer gamey to me. I like the hedge maze though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;table width=395 style='font-family:Arial; font-size:12px; background-color:#fff; border: solid 1px #000000; color:#000000' align=center cellpadding=0&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your home is a &lt;h1&gt;Gamer's Manor&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/center&gt;      &lt;table width=390 cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 style='font-family:Arial; font-size:12px; background-color:#fff; color:#000000'&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; Your kitchen is stocked with chips, dips, and assorted caffeinated beverages. There's a pantry with emergency backup caffeinated beverages. You also have some breakfast cereals in there, but you haven't had breakfast since last Spring. Your master bedroom has blankets printed with images of Mario and Link. Your study includes unread copies of various gamer magazines, each purchased for the free demo CDs. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a snippet of the blueprints:      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home/images/image.php?topleft=roller_coaster&amp;topright=private_stage&amp;middleright=coat_room&amp;bottomright=theater2&amp;bottomleft=garage_ferrari'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.directhomefind.com/dream-home' target=_new&gt;Find YOUR Dream Home!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8051021915073423656?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8051021915073423656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8051021915073423656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8051021915073423656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8051021915073423656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/dream-home.html' title='Dream Home?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2218540219269609426</id><published>2007-10-15T11:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-15T11:48:28.779Z</updated><title type='text'>Idea</title><content type='html'>I have an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a seed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its just an imaginary seed at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, though, I will plant it. And watch it grow and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could turn into an ivy and strangle the life out of me, but I do hope that it becomes a rose with the most intense scent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps. Just perhaps. I may speak of this 'idea' here with less mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now... I need to soak the seed and prepare it for plantation. Once I know what it will bloom into then I may speak of it more here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm so excited!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2218540219269609426?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2218540219269609426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2218540219269609426&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2218540219269609426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2218540219269609426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/idea.html' title='Idea'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4070939706497183945</id><published>2007-10-10T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:43:51.823Z</updated><title type='text'>NANOWRIMO</title><content type='html'>Its that time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've signed in and updated my profile (added another year to my age etc! Oh, how depressing. I refuse to update it next year when I enter into my third decade on Earth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My profile is &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/user/124628" target="_BLANK"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try my best at getting my Untitled fantasy novel done... I've given it the working title of 'Cloud People'. I know that in my sidebar it shows I've done 500 words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to set it to zero. It was just toooo depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fleshing out the plot in my head, but hopefully it'll be ready to put on paper/screen by November 1st. And hopefully I'll have enough drive and patience to do it. After last year I kind of did nothing as soon as November 30th rolled around. Here's hoping that I dont snuff out my ambition to be a full time writer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; out and dust him off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4070939706497183945?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4070939706497183945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4070939706497183945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4070939706497183945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4070939706497183945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/nanowrimo.html' title='NANOWRIMO'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6715338183704711168</id><published>2007-10-09T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:10:45.509Z</updated><title type='text'>One For The Ladies</title><content type='html'>This is the best damn thing since sliced bread!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called a &lt;a href="http://www.mooncup.co.uk/" target="_BLANK"&gt;MOONCUP&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6715338183704711168?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6715338183704711168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6715338183704711168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6715338183704711168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6715338183704711168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-for-ladies.html' title='One For The Ladies'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3489882761049844673</id><published>2007-09-26T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:07:06.018Z</updated><title type='text'>Forlorn Full Moon</title><content type='html'>Its one of those days... that full moon feeling of strangeness. I feel dreary and forsaken, but not quite sad, if that makes any sense. I feel like I'm searching for something to be sad about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because I finished reading The Mad Ship by Robin Hobb this morning. Probably. I always feel a little lost when I finish a book. I'm not going to start the next one straight away. When I'm reading, I dont write. So I'm going to get a head start on Nanowrimo and try to do a bit of a writing blitz. If other authors can write a mile a minute, then I can too. I've been so incredibly lazy all year. All I have done is two measely fairy tales, and I haven't even finished either of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get going on this writing thing if I want to pull myself out of this 9-5 office work slump! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3489882761049844673?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3489882761049844673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3489882761049844673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3489882761049844673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3489882761049844673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/forlorn-full-moon.html' title='Forlorn Full Moon'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3185827749572069526</id><published>2007-09-25T11:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:32:17.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Double Bubble Toil &amp; Trouble</title><content type='html'>Went and saw Al Murray on Sunday night, at the Palladium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great.. or would have, if my tummy had not been grumbling and moaning throughout the whole performance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was being filmed for his DVD, so once we were in and sat down we weren't allowed to leave otherwise they wouldn't let us back in. I tried to go out to the Ladies, but they said I wouldn't have time, so I had to sit through the whole hour and a half show with the worst tummy pains and a rising sense of panic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make it through ok, though I squeezed Martin's hand to death. Poor hubby. I think I ruined the show for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few people near where we were sitting that got asked a few questions, so when the cameras zoomed in hopefully we'll be seen on the DVD. I do hope I managed to smile rather than grimace at those times. Hehe. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next show we go to see (Jimmy Carr in November), I'll be a lot more relaxed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3185827749572069526?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3185827749572069526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3185827749572069526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3185827749572069526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3185827749572069526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/double-bubble-toil-trouble.html' title='Double Bubble Toil &amp; Trouble'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6349190067556448243</id><published>2007-09-19T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:28:05.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Robert Jordan</title><content type='html'>R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and I hope you signed up another author to continue on with your Wheel of Time series!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6349190067556448243?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6349190067556448243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6349190067556448243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6349190067556448243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6349190067556448243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/robert-jordan.html' title='Robert Jordan'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7185523946696370645</id><published>2007-09-18T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:12:14.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Language</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else noticed a change in language once you've published a post? After I publish I post I get this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog post published successfully!&lt;br /&gt;Blog anzeigen (in einem neuen Fenster) &lt;br /&gt;Need to change it? Edit post | Create a new post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How odd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7185523946696370645?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7185523946696370645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7185523946696370645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7185523946696370645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7185523946696370645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/language.html' title='Language'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1609174400374003394</id><published>2007-09-18T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:10:29.997Z</updated><title type='text'>Words That Stand Out</title><content type='html'>There have been some random words that have been standing out to me a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is 'nubbin', which I have been using to describe the number buttons on my new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is 'redolent'... I'm not sure why it popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam at work bought up the word 'lackadaisical' because she watched Ant &amp; Dec on the weekend doing a spelling thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there was one more word, but I cant remember it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is is that when I went to bed last night it was early enough to read (see the latest book I'm reading in my left side bar), and all of those words were used! I can understand 'redolent' popping up, though I know for sure that it hasn't popped up in the book so far until last night. But 'nubbin' and 'lackadaisical'?? These words dont really come up often. In fact I've never seen the word lackadaisical written down ever in my entire life. I only know how to spell it here on my blog because I saw it in the book I was reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange. I wonder what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random words often stand out to me. Perhaps I should pay more attention. Perhaps its aliens trying to contact me, or something more boring like my subconscious just trying to get through to me. I prefer to believe its aliens. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I'm going to see if I can fit lackadaisical into one of my fairy tales, or one of the books I'm writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1609174400374003394?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1609174400374003394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1609174400374003394&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1609174400374003394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1609174400374003394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/words-that-stand-out.html' title='Words That Stand Out'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7752848848483023860</id><published>2007-09-17T12:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:18:10.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Beloved</title><content type='html'>I had a dream on Saturday night about the 'Fool', who is a character in Robin Hobb's Farseer/Tawny Man Trilogies. In the dream I was so upset that the Fool had left the Six Duchies to return home without knowing what had happened to Fitz. I felt like I was sobbing until my shoulders shook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why I happened to dream about the Fool, or Beloved as he was also know. Perhaps it was just because this character really stands out in my mind. I think he's got to be the most influential character I've ever read about. He's riveting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that Robin Hobb writes another book with the Fool in it. Considering the ending to the Tawny Man trilogy it does appear to be left open for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7752848848483023860?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7752848848483023860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7752848848483023860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7752848848483023860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7752848848483023860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/beloved.html' title='Beloved'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2280048649239861759</id><published>2007-09-12T16:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:25:01.152Z</updated><title type='text'>LED ZEPPELIN</title><content type='html'>REUNION CONCERT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At £125 a ticket I damn hope they play all night long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can actually get a ticket. No doubt the ticket touts are going to make thousands of pounds out of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn 02 Arena website has crashed.. I'm not surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2280048649239861759?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2280048649239861759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2280048649239861759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2280048649239861759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2280048649239861759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/led-zeppelin.html' title='LED ZEPPELIN'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6954562789708098151</id><published>2007-09-07T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:04:21.087Z</updated><title type='text'>Sorted With Jack</title><content type='html'>Well, I took today off from work coz I'm feeling poorly. I hate being ill, but at least I didn't have a great deal of house work to do or anything pressing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done some tweaking on my blog, and I think its ok for now. I'm such a control freak and I love organising and re-organising things. Perhaps its a form of procrastination.. ah well. I'm not going to sweat it. I've also re-organised my Facebook profile. I'm getting sucked in more and more to Facebook everyday. Its great to link up with people who you haven't seen or heard from in ages. Its so strange to think that I've spent so much time with people in the past but now I'm struggling to remember their names. Its like life keeps turning and taking you to different stages. Kind of like chapters of a book I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've introduced myself at &lt;a href="http://novelracers.blogspot.com" target="_BLANK"&gt;The Novel Racers&lt;/a&gt;, and the comments have been really great. HELLO EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If hubby doesn't mind me neglecting him a bit tomorrow then I'd like to get some fairy tales out of my head and down on paper/screen. I'm confident that I can put together my collection of fairy tales, and finish Fleeting Life by Christmas, as I've promised hubby... but to finish a third book too might be a bit tricky. The fantasy trilogy that I want to write will take a lot of brain work and I dont want to rush it. Its pulling all the ideas together that is taking the time. The writing bit will be quite quick, I imagine. I'm constantly coming up with ideas for it everyday, but it sometimes takes weeks for a really cool idea to claim me... so I know that its not my typing fingers that are slowing me down, its my brain. Hmmm.. not really a comforting thought. Perhaps I should put away the Jack Daniels tonight and concentrate on coming up with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its Friday. And it IS Jack Daniels after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. I love Jack. He always makes things better. Hopefully it can burn out my hideous illness before the weekend fully sets in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6954562789708098151?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6954562789708098151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6954562789708098151&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6954562789708098151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6954562789708098151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorted-with-jack.html' title='Sorted With Jack'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7193814512265965434</id><published>2007-09-05T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:22:35.814Z</updated><title type='text'>SUCCESS!</title><content type='html'>YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will spend more time tweaking at the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going to write my introduction on &lt;a href="http://novelracers.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;'The Novel Racers'&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7193814512265965434?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7193814512265965434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7193814512265965434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7193814512265965434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7193814512265965434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/success.html' title='SUCCESS!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4988966629667370259</id><published>2007-09-05T12:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:20:16.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade</title><content type='html'>I'm considering upgrading my blog to that XML thingy where you dont have to mess with the html to change things. But I'm not so sure. I've spent ages carefully organising my blog that I dont want it to fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I was thinking about upgrading is because I wanted to get another sidebar put in on the left (which I saw was possible from &lt;a href="http://booksellerchick.blogspot.com/2007/08/ch-ch-changeis-good.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;Booksellerchick&lt;/a&gt;), but I tried it by making up a dummy blog and I cant seem to get my title picture 'Quilling Time' to stay centred. I suppose a way around it is to make the picture have white space on either side of it, but since my computer was re-done I dont have Photoshop anymore. (GRRRR, thats another story altogether, and one I'm still pissed off about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whadd'ya know. I just had a look at my dummy blog and noticed that my title IS actually centred. Perhaps I will upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.. it still freaks me out though. I'm soooo likely to fuck it up some how. If there is possibly a way to fuck it up then I will be the one to find that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just do it. Just do it and get it over with. I've already saved the html of my blog how it is, so if it completely fucks up then its all backed up (and blogger seems to say that its backed up anyway and I can change back any time I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it. I'm going to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no new posts follow this one, then I have gone to blogger heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4988966629667370259?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4988966629667370259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4988966629667370259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4988966629667370259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4988966629667370259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1803049235582302668</id><published>2007-09-03T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:47:47.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Migraine</title><content type='html'>Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please go away!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1803049235582302668?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1803049235582302668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1803049235582302668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1803049235582302668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1803049235582302668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/migraine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8730175810520418124</id><published>2007-09-03T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:34:49.047Z</updated><title type='text'>What Book Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/aogglmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;strong&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by L.M. Montgomery&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash, honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters. You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't actually read it... or seen any tv adaptations, or films, or whatever there is. I've heard of the name, but thats about it. Hmm...anyway. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8730175810520418124?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8730175810520418124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8730175810520418124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8730175810520418124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8730175810520418124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-book-am-i.html' title='What Book Am I?'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8634457371045346031</id><published>2007-09-03T13:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:48:47.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and I made 21 portions of shepherds pie and lasagne over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8634457371045346031?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8634457371045346031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8634457371045346031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8634457371045346031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8634457371045346031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5306482632588071033</id><published>2007-09-03T11:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:17:20.427Z</updated><title type='text'>Decay</title><content type='html'>I get the feeling that my blog is lagging and falling away bit by bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not. I dont want it to. Its not even a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it must be because Robin Hobb's books stole my time so completely and work gave me limited Blogger access (and so did Martin!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the latest culprit is Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop. I must slow down. I must not give in to the urges to jump on there every five seconds. I must not open so many games of Scrabble on Facebook, and I must not stare blankly at the screen when there is clearly nothing new to look at!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep blogging. I do. I do, I do, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear its just an extension of my tendency NOT to write, when I know that that is what I should be doing. I just cant seem to grasp my thoughts together and put them down on the page. I feel like I'm a child jumping up to reach the string on helium balloons, but not quite being able to pull them down and order them systematically (like the way I eat M&amp;Ms.. by number and by colour!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NaNoWriMo is fast approaching. I must start working on a plan. I have to decide what book I'm going to write. I think it should be the Cloud People book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its September already and I haven't finished the final draft of Fleeting Life. I'm such a slacker. I'll never cut it in this writing world... I'm barely even making it in the normal working world. I'm writing on Blogger rather than working, for fuck's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can never run and hide from the working world, so its in my own best interest to keep slogging away at writing, because it is infinitely better than the crap I'm doing now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attending a Bookbinding Workshop at Worthing Museum in October. *Sigh* another of my little fancies that takes away from my writing. This one is at least along a same avenue as writing. Perhaps if I learn bookbinding well enough I'll be able to make a few limited edition copies of my finished books (if I ever do get around to finishing anything!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm in such a mood today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5306482632588071033?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5306482632588071033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5306482632588071033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5306482632588071033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5306482632588071033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/09/decay.html' title='Decay'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8378868412284172049</id><published>2007-08-30T14:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:07:55.465Z</updated><title type='text'>Bookbinding</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about bookbinding lately, ever since I read PBW's post on it &lt;a href="http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/2007/08/rw-book-making.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to research it a bit, but there dont seem to be a lot of courses out there beyond university courses. I thought there might be workshops all over the place, but there doesn't seem to be. Or perhaps I just haven't looked enough. There is one in Addlestone that gives workshops at &lt;a href="http://www.otterbookbinding.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;The Otter Bindery&lt;/a&gt;, which looks promising. I might drop in on their next Saturday morning workshop (for £50) and see what I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a Book Fair in Tonbridge on October 28th, and a bookbinder will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that word - Bookbinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... methinks I have the inkling of a fairy tale coming to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I had more time to spend learning about Bookbinding because I would love to do it. Not as a career or anything, but just as a hobby. PBW is right that handmade books would make great gifts. What could be more personal than your own book/journal made for you by a close friend/relative! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuation paper we use here at work doesn't have any logo on it, so I may have to accidentally drop a ream or two into my bag sometime. Hehe. It would make lovely strong leaves. I could even intermingle some tissue paper, or the coloured file paper that we use at work (pink, green, purple, blue). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it the more the creative opportunities appear endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at a few online tutorials, and would be confident that I could sew together a book, but I wouldn't have a clue as to how I would get the pages to line up. When you fold over a few leaves of paper the ends are staggered. I wonder how they get them to lovely and flat. I cant seem to find anywhere on the net that mentions it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I suppose the roughness of handmade books make them all that more charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. ...Though I have to devote the rest of this year to writing, as I want to have three books finished by then, and currently only have one (in very rough draft form!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I could spare a few hours a month to investigate it more. If anyone knows of anywhere that I can learn more about bookbinding, do give me a shout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8378868412284172049?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8378868412284172049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8378868412284172049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8378868412284172049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8378868412284172049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/bookbinding.html' title='Bookbinding'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7461299250820543435</id><published>2007-08-29T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-29T11:20:24.702Z</updated><title type='text'>At Work</title><content type='html'>Finally got internet access at work from my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7461299250820543435?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7461299250820543435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7461299250820543435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7461299250820543435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7461299250820543435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-work.html' title='At Work'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8349860880035614739</id><published>2007-08-22T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:13:14.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucid Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had a dream the other night that was so vivid and so easily controlled that I almost woke up thinking that it had actually happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Robin Hobb's Tawny Man trilogy, and I am absolutely enchanted by it. Perhaps its the crush I have on the main character or something, but my dream catapulted me into the middle of it and I was able to take myself through the story as I would have it written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so surreal, yet real too. More so were the raging feelings that were swooping through me! There's just something about dreams that are so acutely passionate. It always makes me wonder if we're supposed to be feeling such strong emotions all the time during our waking hours. Perhaps some people do. Perhaps even I do but just dont realise it. I think not, though. Sometimes I feel quite deadened, which is a bit disheartening, but then again I sometimes even lack the disheartening feeling and just feel nothing about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self - drink more hot milk before bedtime to induce more dreams like this. (They're brilliant as inspiration for writing... in fact the idea I had to write my first fantasy novel came from a dream!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8349860880035614739?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8349860880035614739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8349860880035614739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8349860880035614739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8349860880035614739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/lucid-dreams.html' title='Lucid Dreams'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6933242164572406274</id><published>2007-08-10T12:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:28:04.094Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook &amp; The Time Vortex</title><content type='html'>Where does the time go??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not entranced with Robin Hobb's 'Tawny Man' trilogy, I'm on Facebook, Ebay or Email. And 'poof'... there goes all my spare time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two weeks, though, I've sorted through and thrown out so much junk in my attempt to streamline my life.. so that really has taken up a lot of time. But it seems to be a never ending job. I haven't even started sorting through my clothes. I'm dreading it. I cant bear to part with anything, even though I dont fit most of the crap I'm holding on to and I probably never will again.. I just cant release my grip! I feel like i'll unravel if I get rid of my clothes. My identity. My face to the world. I just cant do it. Perhaps if I procrastinate long enough we'll haved moved house and settled in before Martin realises that I haven't actually sorted through it yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I have sorted through my shoes already. I was sooo ruthless! It was really quite shocking. When it came down to listing them on Ebay I caved in on one pair of shiney metallic red mary-jane style shoes. I just couldn't bring myself to part with them. Though I cant believe that I'm going to part with all the other shoes I've listed. Its like I've torn out half of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont get me started on the huge load of handbags I sold last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moving on. Facebook. Pretty sociable. I'm pretty pleased that they've got a Scrabble application. I love it. I've got about 5 games going on at the moment. I just wish I could connect to Facebook from work, and wish I could have more time on the computer in the evening (Martin is obsessed with Facebook!). I cant say that I'm obsessed with Facebook.. coz it only mildly amuses me, and being the socially inept moron that I am I just dont care enough about other people to want to spend hours a day scrolling through profiles of people that I was never really friends with in primary school and dont want to be friends with now. I would much rather rub squirell shit into my hair and smoke foxtails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..But I do love word games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to have a game of Scrabble with me?? I'm not amazingly good at it or anything, and I can probably only get to the computer twice a day, but if you're not in a rush then I'm up for it! Anyone? Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO??? ANYONE WANT TO PLAY SCRABBLE WITH ME?!?!?!?!??!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6933242164572406274?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6933242164572406274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6933242164572406274&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6933242164572406274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6933242164572406274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook-time-vortex.html' title='Facebook &amp; The Time Vortex'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4083903688255538231</id><published>2007-08-07T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:28:05.178Z</updated><title type='text'>Ebay - Still! Iron Maiden &amp; Shoes!</title><content type='html'>Still yet more stuff listed on Ebay.. including loads of my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sad to see them go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're an IRON MAIDEN fan then get your arse over to Ebay and check out what Martin is selling. He's getting rid of his ENTIRE collection of Iron Maiden records. Most of it he is selling to his brother, but we've listed some of the rarities on Ebay (and given them a 'rare' price tag too! I had no say in it. They're Martins. His records, his price!) - Oh, and they're all in mint condition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;br /&gt;http://search.ebay.co.uk/_W0QQsassZwitcherykQQfrppZ50QQfsopZ3QQfsooZ1QQrdZ0?" target="_BLANK"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt; (opens a new window)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4083903688255538231?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4083903688255538231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4083903688255538231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4083903688255538231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4083903688255538231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/08/ebay-still-iron-maiden-shoes.html' title='Ebay - Still! Iron Maiden &amp; Shoes!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-580946749604952375</id><published>2007-07-31T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:55:09.086Z</updated><title type='text'>EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY</title><content type='html'>Selling loads of stuff on ebay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're clearing out our house of all the useless junk that we either dont need, dont want, or dont have room for anymore.... because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... we've put in an offer on a house and its been accepted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRAAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hunny and I are sooooon to be on the property ladder, and we're absolutely stoked!&lt;br /&gt;The offer was only accepted yesterday, but already we're sorting through all our crap and getting rid of everything we dont want. Its so amazing how much two people can accumulate over just four years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to buy my treadmill? £700.. (RRP £900). Its in great condition. I'm such a lazy slob I've barely used it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about a set of Congas??? £120.. (RRP £225)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... to find my stuff on ebay just &lt;a href="http://search.ebay.co.uk/_W0QQsassZwitcherykQQhtZ-1" target="_BLANK"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; (opens a new window) My ebay name is 'Witcheryk'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-580946749604952375?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/580946749604952375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=580946749604952375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/580946749604952375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/580946749604952375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/ebay-ebay-ebay-ebay-ebay-ebay-ebay.html' title='EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY EBAY'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3882214278739070177</id><published>2007-07-26T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:31:51.402Z</updated><title type='text'>A New Lease On Life</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling strangely energetic and optimistic today! There must be something in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house hunting lark is frought with ups and downs. I'm going to have to get rid of my treadmill as its big and cumbersome... but I'll probably just swap it with an exercise bike cos they're a lot sexier looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I was at home right now, sorting through all my shit and throwing stuff away.. its so cleansing! We've got bags of rubbish sitting out the back door waiting to be taken to the dump, which I'll be doing on Saturday. Cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to be listing loads of stuff on Ebay... so watch that space! My username is Witcheryk so keep and eyeball out for some great bargains - most especially my collection of books (mostly fantasy). I'll be sad to see them go, but the fun part will be buying new books! I just cant bear to give them away or throw them out.. we're so desperate for cash that I've got to at least try to get a penny for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be selling some Congas, a huge tv box full of videos, ummm... perfumes, shoes, a Star Wars chess set, magnetic dart board, ummm... lets see what else.. ummm... Hmm. Cant remember. Oh yes - loads of handbags! I'm having a clear out. I simply must! I'll also be sorting through my shoes and having a shoe clearout too. I desperately dont want to, but the box I keep all my shoes in is overflowing and it has gotten totally out of hand!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great to have clean-outs like this... coz there's the exciting prospect of acquiring a whole load of new shit! Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make time to write though. I've gotta get three books written this year. Time is tick tick ticking away horribly quickly! - Even though time is a man-made concept and is totally a figment of our imaginations. I wish I knew how to stop deluding myself into thinking the minutes actually tick past one after the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ho. Time will tell, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3882214278739070177?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3882214278739070177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3882214278739070177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3882214278739070177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3882214278739070177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-lease-on-life.html' title='A New Lease On Life'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7787200099045373737</id><published>2007-07-25T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:02:34.897Z</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting</title><content type='html'>My time has been eaten away by house hunting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it might be quite exciting searching for houses, but its turning out to be nothing but misery. We either haven't got enough money, the houses are rubbish, or are already sold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got another idea for a fairy tale though. It'll be called The Ravenous Oak. Perhaps sometime next millenium I'll get some time to write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've skipped two books in The Liveship Traders trilogy by Robin Hobb to get straight back into Fitz's life in The Tawny Man trilogy. I can see hints at the story in the Liveship Traders, but for now I'm going to keep reading the Tawny Man. Perhaps I'll go back to the Liveship Traders when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm... I'm totally broke.. ummm.. tired.. (which isn't unusual).. umm.. but other than that there aint nuttin to report. I'm really lazing off from Blogger lately and haven't felt the urge to read other blogs much either. Perhaps its just a lull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7787200099045373737?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7787200099045373737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7787200099045373737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7787200099045373737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7787200099045373737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6142896295026342832</id><published>2007-07-09T12:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:55:05.549Z</updated><title type='text'>Music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RpIvJvP7EaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wlHa231BUAo/s1600-h/metallica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RpIvJvP7EaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wlHa231BUAo/s320/metallica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085178773603291554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Metallica last night at Wembley Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge Metallica fan, Martin is though. He has seen them five times. I've seen them three times though.. thats the most I've seen one band. Muse comes in second place - I've seen them twice (and would definitely go again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica definitely has grown on me, and I do have a favourite song - No Leaf Clover. They played it with an orchestra a few years back, and lucky enough they played it last night (adapted, of course!). It was pretty sensational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty impressed with the stadium. It was packed, but we were never squashed or anything. We had to wait ages in the beer and food queues though. And although there are 700,000,000 toilets I still had to queue up - but they used their brains when building them and made separate entry/exit doors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was pretty stoked to be at Wembley Stadium, watching Metallica rock it the way it should be rocked. I think though that I was more excited about the thought that just twenty four hours before David Tennant was there at the Live Earth concert. Hehehe. I'm so sad. I cant help it though. I chuckled and grinned to myself and kept those thoughts to myself at the time, although now I'm uploading them onto the internet, public for the world to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dont care. I stand tall and proud about my crush. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Live Earth. Pretty cool. So incredibly funny that poor old Jonathan Woss ..oops, I mean 'Ross', had to apologise everytime someone swore. Bit disapointing that they didn't show Metallica's full set, but thats mainstream bollocks for ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RpIve_P7EbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5tUgh2IkGpI/s1600-h/tori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RpIve_P7EbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5tUgh2IkGpI/s320/tori.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085179138675511730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other highlight of my week was seeing Tori Amos last Tuesday. It was at the Hammersmith Apollo, and its the first time I've seen her. It was fucken cool! She threw herself around raunchly between a keyboard and a piano and absolutely owned the stage. It was pretty funny that she completely messed up a song and had to stop. it was 'January Girl' from the 'Choir Girl Hotel' album. But even so, she was ever so cool about it. Cant say I liked her gold jumpsuit though.. but then again I've never thought much for her fashion sense. She played all my favourite songs though, so I'll forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a pretty damn good week if you ask me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6142896295026342832?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6142896295026342832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6142896295026342832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6142896295026342832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6142896295026342832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RpIvJvP7EaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wlHa231BUAo/s72-c/metallica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8489011066688696800</id><published>2007-07-05T12:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:53:05.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Stories At The Particle Empire</title><content type='html'>I've updated my &lt;a href="http://particleempire.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Particle Empire&lt;/a&gt; blog space to accommodate my short stories and other stuff. Its pretty bare at the moment, but as and when I get the time I'll be adding more to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short story that I wrote for the &lt;a href="http://www.writelink.co.uk/weekenderchallenge/Weekender_Challenge_Results/weekender_challenge_results.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;WriteLink Weekender Challenge&lt;/a&gt; is on there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read it and it makes me cringe. Hehe. It actually kind of makes me want to throw up. How on earth I wrote soppy drivel like that, I'll never know. But it got me shortlisted, so I must've done something right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've had enough messing with HTML, CSS and this whole blog thing. My eyeballs are starting to dry out and hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get back to work too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8489011066688696800?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8489011066688696800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8489011066688696800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8489011066688696800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8489011066688696800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/stories-at-particle-empire.html' title='Stories At The Particle Empire'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6356067089609922526</id><published>2007-07-03T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:17:27.322Z</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day For Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Horoscope for JULY 03, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been thinking of getting started on a creative project of some kind, Kathryn Wheeler, particularly if it involves writing, this is definitely the day to do it. Your creative energies are really flowing and your mind should be focused and concentrated. The only problem is that once you start on this, you aren't likely to stop and do anything else. Remember to pace yourself and take little breaks.&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6356067089609922526?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6356067089609922526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6356067089609922526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6356067089609922526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6356067089609922526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-day-for-writing.html' title='A Good Day For Writing'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8276899273979352491</id><published>2007-07-02T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-02T12:49:59.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Shortlisted!</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/procrastination.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;May&lt;/a&gt; I entered a short story competition with Writelink, and the results have just come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got shortlisted!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come anywhere near winning, but I dont care. The only other short story competitions I've entered are on The Libbon Magazine website. I only entered two or three and didn't get anywhere, so for my fourth try I thought I'd try the Weekender Challenge at Writelink, and hooray hooray my name has popped up on the shortlist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've got confirmation that I'm not a total knob head... and that feeeeeels soooooooooo good!! Yeehaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the results &lt;a href="http://www.writelink.co.uk/weekenderchallenge/Weekender_Challenge_Results/weekender_challenge_results.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!! See my name??? DO you seee it??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post my story some time this week if I get around to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme was 'Falling', so I chose something deeply original to call my story - Autumn Leaves. Hehehe. I tried not to but I just couldn't get the story out of my head, so I had to write it as my head dictated. It was handy that the words just poured out, but also annoying because I felt that my head decided what story I was supposed to write without consulting me first. That happens far too often. I feel like I'm just the hand holding the pen while my head takes me for a ride and makes me do all the peddling. Grr. I'll take back control for the next short story comp I enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. Yay, I'm still buzzing that I got shortlisted. Imagine how I'd feel if I'd have won! Ha, nothing would get me down off that cloud for weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8276899273979352491?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8276899273979352491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8276899273979352491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8276899273979352491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8276899273979352491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/07/shortlisted.html' title='Shortlisted!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1458490146007344172</id><published>2007-06-29T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:44:49.787Z</updated><title type='text'>Well, Fuck Me!</title><content type='html'>I cant say I'm surprised that I've got a luscious R rating. Although I did at one point have an attack of the guilts and went trawling back through all my posts replacing the word FUCK with F***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing that anymore. This isn't a child's blog, and it shouldn't be viewed by children. Got it, FUCK FACE? Hehehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry.. my words wont hurt you. I just dont want to censor myself when it comes to expression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1458490146007344172?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1458490146007344172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1458490146007344172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1458490146007344172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1458490146007344172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-fuck-me.html' title='Well, Fuck Me!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5986810516247596596</id><published>2007-06-25T12:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:55:05.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>I'm getting so slack at posting. I think I've started viewing it as a chore, rather than as something that I started voluntarily. I do actually want to post, and I do like posting... but there are just so many other distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dublin was good. Ate lots, drank lots. Enjoyed it lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.. I'm being hassled to get off the computer. I'm not moving. Bugger them. At work there are only two computers (two in the library, and one computer on the fourth floor) and I selfishly like to sit on one of them for the full lunch hour. Some temp chick is blabbing about wanting to check her email and that there should be a time limit. Ha. Fuck off. I was here first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that's really pissed me off. I hate being hurried. I HATE IT! It may sound childish, but I was here first goddammit, and I will not cut short what I planned to do just so that some stupid temp can do what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. anyway, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a book in the post from Bookseller Chick. I'm stoked! I'm part way through it. I can only read it at bedtime, coz I havent finished reading the Robin Hobb book (The Liveship Traders - Book 1) yet and I read that on the train to and from work. I was actually thinking of starting reading another book that my Mum sent me.. but the only other time I've got free is lunchtime - and I spend that time blogging (and reading blogs and doing other internet stuff coz I dont get any time to do it at home since Martin discovered Facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books can be so frustrating sometimes. I've got so many I want to read, but so little precious time. NOT FAIR!! I may have split up my train time.. read one on the way to work, and a different one on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't seen the last Doctor Who from the weekend yet! I'm sooo hanging out for it!! I doubt I'll get time over the weekend since I've got a hen party to go to, but perhaps Sunday morning I could squeeze it in if I get up earlier than Martin and I dont have a killer hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started watching Cronos last night.. The same dude who made Pan's Labyrinth. My mind is once again awash with ideas for Fairy Tales. I'm really really excited about writing a collection.. I've just got to find the time to do it. I've also got to find the time to get my bloody Cloud People book underway. There just isn't enough damn time in the day to do anything!! If only I didn't have to work full time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely buying a lottery ticket or a few hundred this weekend! Definitely!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5986810516247596596?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5986810516247596596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5986810516247596596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5986810516247596596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5986810516247596596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/drifting.html' title='Drifting'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3810941364831347300</id><published>2007-06-15T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-15T12:41:25.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Guiness Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>Thankfully I'm able to walk without groaning with every step! ..and just in time for a romantic Ireland weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just booked the long stay car park, I've got all the stuff ready to go... all I need to do now is pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Dont forget your fucking camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. sadly, writing has taken a bit of a back seat since I've barely had enough time to scratch my arse recently. I've cancelled one of my piano students coz I just didn't have the time and patience (or will) to teach him anymore, and I've changed my adult student's lesson to be on Monday rather than Thursday. So, now I've only got two students, and both of them on a monday! Hooooorah!!! That leaves the rest of the week freeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday of this week was taken up by frivolity at work, and Wednesday flew past in a flurry of too much tv, tidying, and nothingness. While Thursday flew past with the last piano lesson for my adult student on the Thursday plus a trip to Bluewater, then a nice hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't packed for the weekend yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to going, but I'm not looking forward to getting up at the crack of dawn to be at the airport by 5am. Bugggggger. Why on earth did I book the flight for 7am! To save money I suppose. Thats the thing.. you can save money, but it will always be at the expense of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. time to relax and enjoy the rest of my lunch hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3810941364831347300?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3810941364831347300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3810941364831347300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3810941364831347300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3810941364831347300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/guiness-ahoy.html' title='Guiness Ahoy!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6808994527532699355</id><published>2007-06-13T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:31:06.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Aching From Head to Toe</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after work we all went to an 'Its A Knockout' event which involved running around in teams getting wet and foamy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bloody good fun, but I've never seen so many bottles of fairy liquid used all in one place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an inflatable 'mountain' that we had to run and jump over, but no matter how hard I tried I just could not get over it. At one point I slipped on the matt at the start and just hit the front of it. I bet I looked pretty stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good fun even though I just could not get over that damn hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, every single muscle in my body is crying out. I've discovered muscles I didn't even know I had!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show how unfit I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get back on the treadmill!! I must!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6808994527532699355?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6808994527532699355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6808994527532699355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6808994527532699355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6808994527532699355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/aching-from-head-to-toe.html' title='Aching From Head to Toe'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6956120352178864115</id><published>2007-06-11T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:04:33.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a bit of lazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really that much to report on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Who was really cool. It was also pretty damn scary with those statues that moved but didnt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched far too much Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched a film called Deja Vu (with Denzel Washington in it). It was great. It was great. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it. Should be an easy week this week. I'm teaching tonight, but I'm going to dump my 7 year old student, coz I just dont have the patience or will to keep teaching him. Its too far to drive, and it'd be easier for me to replace his time-slot with my Thursday night student. That way I only have to go out teaching on one day a week, instead of two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down the days to our trip to Dublin on Saturday! Sunday will be our first year wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its been a year already!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6956120352178864115?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6956120352178864115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6956120352178864115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6956120352178864115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6956120352178864115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4951185121345876713</id><published>2007-06-08T12:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:35:33.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother</title><content type='html'>Well... What a series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. Love the house and style and the idea to start with all girls then slowly trickle in the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly... Emily's removal. WTF???????? I'm absolutely apalled by Channel 4! Two words come to mind - Knee Jerk! How on earth could they lump all of the crap they got from the racism row of Celebrity Big Brother onto Emily's shoulders? Why the hell should she be made a scape goat just to save their arses?? She wasn't offensive or bullying in any way. She was joking around with a friend. I think there's a pretty big fucking difference between what Emily said and what those three girls in CBB said. The three girls in CBB were abusive. Regardless of the racial remarks they made, they were abusive. Emily was not abusive. I would even go so far as to say she wasn't even racist. She just blurted out a term that she was comfortable with and had grown up with and did not consider it offensive, and she had not meant any harm. She was being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS the whole of the UK full of babies?! Why has everyone jumped up and down about this?? Have we got to the stage where no one can say absolutely anything in case we offend someone?!?! What happened to free speech???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going to go down that path then lets consider all the other 'isms' that are deemed unacceptable but were raised in the BB house. Ziggy seemed to like calling all women sluts and bitches. Charley and Nikki were saying nigger. Shahbaz from last years BB called him self the double-whammy 'paki-poof', and I wonder how long it will take for people to start calling Laura and Carole fat. Is calling people fat going to be an 'ism' too? fatism? Body-shape-ism? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother has gone overboard. Was it fair of them to question Emily at 3.30am and expect her to defend herself right then and there? Was it fair of them to remove her from the house in her bedclothes? She said she wasn't even wearing underwear. How fair is that? I think BB's treatment of her is pretty damn poor if you ask me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually hoping Emily would win. She had been vilified from the start, and that little vixen Channelle is the one thats stomping her feet and wailing like a brat. Emily didn't once raise her voice or swear. She quietly stated her fair comments and thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pisses me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it makes for good tv, so there ya go. Channel 4 are pretty clever. They could have dubbed the whole conversation and not made such a big deal out of it, but nooooo... there's just too much to be gained from something like this. They've got their publicity now. Even though Emily is probably going to be hated forever and will probably find it tough to pursue her career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should have just given her a stern warning and then moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on now. And the whole of the UK should too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, what a rant. Havent had a rant like that in ages. In fact I dont remember the last time I had a really strong opinion on something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4951185121345876713?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4951185121345876713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4951185121345876713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4951185121345876713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4951185121345876713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-brother.html' title='Big Brother'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-164183974657211370</id><published>2007-06-06T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:07:35.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>I cleverly updated my sidebar to include The Novel Racers... but stupidly forgot to actually put all the links in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been fixed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty damn tired this morning after staying up so late last night. Doctor Who finished downloading at 1.11am and I stayed up to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. It was oh so touching to see the Doctor aka John Smith being all human and emotional. I swear I almost wept. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to wait week by week for the rest of the series now. Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-164183974657211370?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/164183974657211370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=164183974657211370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/164183974657211370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/164183974657211370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6935759449193143704</id><published>2007-06-05T23:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:04:19.464Z</updated><title type='text'>Waiting... Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Its nearly 1am and the latest episode of Doctor Who has almost finished downloading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEEEEZE DOWNLOAD FASTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Big Brother Live to keep me entertained while I wait.. I've also been browsing other blogs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've updated my side bar a fair bit recently. I juggled things around and changed my profile picture (again!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also added a list of the Novel Racers. I thought I'd join, so now I really really really should get going on my novel. I'm such a lazy bitch. But, pillow washing really can be quite addictive and time consuming sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am counting the minutes til I can get my next dose of David Tennant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he ever googles his name... How cool would it be if he stumbled across my blog and my confessions of love for him. Hehhehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY, DAVID! CALL ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6935759449193143704?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6935759449193143704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6935759449193143704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6935759449193143704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6935759449193143704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting... Waiting...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-6553143293743354705</id><published>2007-06-05T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T18:14:51.605Z</updated><title type='text'>More More MORE!</title><content type='html'>I've just realised that I'm not completely up to date with Doctor Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded all the episodes over the weekend coz I hadn't seen any of them yet, but didn't take into account the episode that aired on Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DICKHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... there is a silver lining.... it now feels like i've found 20 pounds in the pocket of an old forgotten jacket - you know that feeling, that stunning surprise and delight that you feel when you find out that there is 'more'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could make the damn episode download faster!! I want to watch it NOW goddammit! NOW!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-6553143293743354705?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6553143293743354705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=6553143293743354705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6553143293743354705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/6553143293743354705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-more-more.html' title='More More MORE!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8565062187775896280</id><published>2007-06-05T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:29:44.373Z</updated><title type='text'>It Must Be Love, Love, Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/gallery/doctor10/800/doctor_tardis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/gallery/doctor10/800/doctor_tardis1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/gallery/doctor10/800/tardis_doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/gallery/doctor10/800/tardis_doctor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've just spent the entire weekend catching up on the third series of Doctor Who. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm terribly geeky (I have a small plastic Tardis sitting on my desk at work and I'm incredibly proud of it) but I dont care. If adoring David Tennant (aka Doctor Who) makes me a geek, then so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure I'm happy with the new 'assistant'. I dont really have anything against her other than that I thought Billy Piper was absolutely perfect. I suppose it doesn't really matter because its not like I'm looking at anybody else other than David Tennant when I'm watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8565062187775896280?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8565062187775896280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8565062187775896280&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8565062187775896280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8565062187775896280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-must-be-love-love-love.html' title='It Must Be Love, Love, Love!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-2238494038466977424</id><published>2007-06-01T21:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:29:49.061Z</updated><title type='text'>Nemi Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s1600-h/nemifooter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071210908640703938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-2238494038466977424?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2238494038466977424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=2238494038466977424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2238494038466977424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/2238494038466977424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/nemi-rocks.html' title='Nemi Rocks'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s72-c/nemifooter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8660355446869789756</id><published>2007-06-01T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:20:43.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Lonely Lonely Writer</title><content type='html'>I'm on my own now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has flown and I've got the house to myself for a week. I hope he has a great time, but I also know that he's flying into the viper's nest!! There are a bunch of girls at the office he is visiting that want nothing more than to get their slutty claws into him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It annoys me that other people dont respect 'marriage'... but I have no worries with where Martin's heart lies. I've already got three email from him... though that may be just the excitement of having a blackberry! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not only lonely from Martin leaving I'm also lonely at work. Wendy is off sick, Sam is out at meetings and then is off for the afternoon, and I've no idea where Matthew is, so I've got the whole office to myself!! The underwriting department is not in the open plan section of the office with everyone else, we're secluded away in an office for just the four of us... but today its all mine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind, though. My printer blocks everyone's view of my desk so I sat reading the &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Metro&lt;/a&gt; all morning, and I've gorged myself on three chocolate bars so far (to keep my spirits up, of course!). I attempted the sudoko in the Metro, but it looked frustratingly a little tricky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a flash of my first chapter for the Cloud People book (its the working title.. very bad one, too!). I'm starting off with my protag at aged 6 daydreaming on the roof of her castle. You see, she's the heir to the throne, so its fitting that she should have a castle. So anyway, she's daydreaming, then enter her friend (&amp; future lover), boy aged 7 (wizard in training), and that leads to the girl falling off the castle........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go into it too much in case I lose my interest/momentum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a name for my protag yet, or for the boy. Or her father, the King. Or the title of the book. Hmm. I do have two names for two wizards though - Carillion &amp; Fenchurch. I got the former name from a claim title here at work, and the latter is obviously a street &amp; train station in London. Although, now that I've mentioned them I think they sound more fitting for army generals or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. will have to think on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8660355446869789756?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8660355446869789756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8660355446869789756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8660355446869789756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8660355446869789756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/lonely-lonely-lonely-writer.html' title='Lonely Lonely Lonely Writer'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1639462401842649892</id><published>2007-06-01T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:08:45.629Z</updated><title type='text'>Front Row</title><content type='html'>I've been invited to &lt;a href="http://insearchofadam.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Caroline's&lt;/a&gt; book launch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooo wish I could go, but its up in Manchester (and I'm in Kent) and I cant afford the time off work. Also, two days later hubby and I are flying to Dublin for romantic weekend getaway for our first anniversary! Cant miss that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that the book launch goes well and I'm very much looking forward to reading it! Its been on my Amazon wish list for months now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK CAROLINE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1639462401842649892?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1639462401842649892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1639462401842649892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1639462401842649892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1639462401842649892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/06/front-row.html' title='Front Row'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-1053920103191646507</id><published>2007-05-31T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:42:43.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Counting The Hours</title><content type='html'>My darling hubby will be away for a week from tomorrow morning. I've just booked him a taxi for 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 15 minutes before my alarm usually goes off so I'll be having an early morning tomorrow... but its worth it. I've told him recently that rather than sneaking out of bed to go to work (coz he gets up earlier than me) its ok if he rolls over and wakes me with an envloping hug or little tickling kisses. It makes my dreams take a turn for the better! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I going to do all weekend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to mow the lawn.. which is a pain in the butthole, but its gotta be done. I've also got a few stories on &lt;a href="http://www.alphasmart.co.uk" target="_BLANK"&gt;Jerry&lt;/a&gt; that need uploading onto the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to back up everything on the computer to the two external harddrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got about eight episodes of Doctor Who to watch... Yeeeeeeeee ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, Big Brother has begun. And this time I've got More 4 to catch even more of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it looks like I'll have all my time filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all my friends, I hear you ask...  well.. yes, good point. It appears that steadily over the years I've been hemorrhaging friends left right and centre. I seem to have been come quite reclusive. Its not that I dont like to hang out with people, its just that I dont like to hang out with people. Hehehehe.. No, really. I just like to get things done, and I find hanging out with people a compromise on both of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be bluntly honest, I dont have many really good friends in England. Martin and I together have lots of friends who we can both see separately, but as in a best friend or someone I speak to all the time other than Martin.. well.. I cant really think of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides.... who needs friends when you've got eight episodes of Doctor Who with David Tennant! Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!! - I must must must make some progress on my Cloud People book and/or my Fairy Tales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-1053920103191646507?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1053920103191646507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=1053920103191646507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1053920103191646507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/1053920103191646507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/counting-hours.html' title='Counting The Hours'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4259496168790012595</id><published>2007-05-31T12:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:32:04.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Tarot</title><content type='html'>I'm sure I've done this before... but since I could have answered some of the questions a number of ways then I thought it ok that I repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents, beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4259496168790012595?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4259496168790012595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4259496168790012595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4259496168790012595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4259496168790012595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/tarot.html' title='Tarot'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-4376461749881983790</id><published>2007-05-30T12:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:59:14.291Z</updated><title type='text'>Back On Planet Earth!</title><content type='html'>So, I think I'm back to normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange illness that strangled me over the last few days took me on quite a trip, but I feel like I'm back on planet earth now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got back into reading the Robin Hobb book, The Liveship Traders, and I'm slowly catching up on a heap of blogs that I like to read... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like I've been on holiday, but it wasn't a nice place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an inkling that the recent meddling with the airconditioning unit and vents in my work building may have contributed to my downfall. Another girl at work who I chat to quite a bit complained of similar symptoms to mine over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. No more moaning about being ill. I tend to moan a lot when I feel crap. It must stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the weekend I'd made a start on planning my Cloud People book.. so I must get on with that. If I'm to write three books this year then I must get moving on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had a few more ideas about some fairy tales to add to my fairy tale collection. I'm hoping that the deal I made with my hubby that I'd write three books by Christmas will be flexible enough to include a collection of fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I could talk him around. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-4376461749881983790?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4376461749881983790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=4376461749881983790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4376461749881983790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/4376461749881983790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-on-planet-earth.html' title='Back On Planet Earth!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8495310681141273687</id><published>2007-05-30T12:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:52:34.544Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Winner!</title><content type='html'>Hoorah, I've won something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been catching up on my blog reading ever so slowly since the disappearance of Miss Snark (still getting over her departure!), and I noticed that Bookseller Chick has drawn the results of the &lt;a href="http://booksellerchick.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-books-free-books-for-readers.html" target="_BLANK"&gt;Free Books&lt;/a&gt; giveaway thingy... and lo and behold whose name was one of two drawn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ME!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... I'm so stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats three books I've won in my life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was a geology book in a raffle back at Uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was one from &lt;a href="http://pbackwriter.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Paperback Writer&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the third is from &lt;a href="http://booksellerchick.blogspot.com/" target="_BLANK"&gt;Bookseller Chick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8495310681141273687?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8495310681141273687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8495310681141273687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8495310681141273687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8495310681141273687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a Winner!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5022712299583994277</id><published>2007-05-29T12:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:20:16.325Z</updated><title type='text'>BB for MISS S</title><content type='html'>I am still feeling a terrible void from Miss Snark closing up shop. It was always nice to drop in and see what nitwits she was battling with. It always made me feel that little bit less stupid to see people asking questions that were stupider than I ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas I shall just have to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother starts tomorrow. Now, I wouldn't say I'm a huge Big Bro fan, but I do get sucked into it and get addicted like a skinny little rat girl on heroin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but perhaps I just need something external to hook on to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that Big Brother will have to take Miss Snark's place. Although I would prefer to fill that void with something literary rather than contrived shitheads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping to some housemates that are bashful/shy/humble/polite &amp; just plain sensitive. I dont think I can stand another house full of half lesbian, half gay, singer/model wannabes that dress up like women even though they have dicks. Loud mouth love-me-do's just drive me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it might be nice to put a mute into the Big Brother house. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5022712299583994277?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5022712299583994277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5022712299583994277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5022712299583994277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5022712299583994277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/bb-for-miss-s.html' title='BB for MISS S'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8200310116109676076</id><published>2007-05-29T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:13:40.757Z</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>Well, what a wasted long weekend that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right, as usual, that I would feel better as soon as work started back. Its so typical it makes me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have an aversion to time off or something. I mean, really, what kind of bad luck is it to get ill at the start of a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for Martin... I've kept him awake by coughing and choking all night, as well as snoring! He told me that I sounded like Darth Vader last night!! Nice eh. So, I've been keeping him awake all weekend, but haven't gone out anywhere coz I've felt like shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting very tired of staying indoors now. We had initially planned to go to Brighton for a day, or Rochester or something.. but I suppose the weather would have spoiled that plan if I'd have felt well enough to go anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most we got up to was going to Bluewater a few times to get some new clothes and stuff for his trip next weekend (he's going on a business trip to Texas! Fishing!! Lucky bugger!), but at least we bought a handful of new DVDs. We also watched the last few episodes of Lost (series 3) and Heroes. I was thinking of downloading Quantum Leap too, coz we never got to see the finale, but perhaps I'll do that for when he gets back from his trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've downloaded all the Doctor Who episodes so far, so that when Martin goes away to his little Texas fishing trip I can sit at home and drown in a Doctor Who marathon! I CANT WAIT!!!! hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly am a geek to the core! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that I wont be ill next weekend too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8200310116109676076?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8200310116109676076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8200310116109676076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8200310116109676076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8200310116109676076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-7207633679808399388</id><published>2007-05-25T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:27:46.124Z</updated><title type='text'>Delirium</title><content type='html'>I had the strange sleep last night. When I say 'sleep' I mean tossed an turned. I was absolutely freezing, but sweltering like nothing else. My skin hurt even from the silkiest touch. I could even hear myself wimpering as I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some debit notes running around in my head that I just couldn't get away from. At work, you see, I deal with all the payments etc, and yesterday at work I ha a hard time photocopying the damn things because someone had jammed the photocopier and then just left it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a state last night. I kept poor old Martin up too. In the morning, when Martin got up for work, I think I asked him to stay home with me, but I'm not sure how 'conscious' I was. It feels like a dream. I drifted in and out of sleep and I babbled like a mental patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally woke up at 11am, feeling a little bit more like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel really strange and delirious, and I'm sweating like nothing else, but at least I can feel that I'm winning against this strange illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a bank holiday weekend, so it was absolutely typical that I would get sick. No doubt I'll start to feel better by Tuesday by which time I've got to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've got today off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-7207633679808399388?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7207633679808399388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=7207633679808399388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7207633679808399388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/7207633679808399388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/delirium.html' title='Delirium'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-3870351675143553458</id><published>2007-05-23T12:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:54:06.323Z</updated><title type='text'>S&amp;S &amp; MISS S</title><content type='html'>Since I dont have a book published I know very little about publishing contracts, but I did know that once a book is out of print the rights generally revert back to the author... but I've been reading everywhere that Simon &amp; Schuster are changing their contracts so that a book never goes out of print, or they hold the rights for the length of the copyright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't sound good to me. Then again I am a bit of a control freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks I may scrap Simon &amp; Schuster off my 'publishers to submit to' list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. I've been reading around. There is a massive hole in the blogosphere now that Miss Snark has hung up her clue gun. It sux. So I've added a couple more agent links to my sidebar to try to fill the void. The Rejector comes close, but just doesn't use the magnificently colourful language that Miss Snark did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do hope that someone fills her enormous shoes soon. ....or even better, that she sees sense and comes back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-3870351675143553458?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3870351675143553458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=3870351675143553458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3870351675143553458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/3870351675143553458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/s-miss-s.html' title='S&amp;S &amp; MISS S'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-8304626900080536967</id><published>2007-05-22T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:58:22.164Z</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Thing In The World!</title><content type='html'>Arnold Schwarzenegger Prank Call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xp3dRiC_30"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xp3dRiC_30" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-8304626900080536967?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8304626900080536967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=8304626900080536967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8304626900080536967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/8304626900080536967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/funniest-thing-in-world.html' title='Funniest Thing In The World!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35610266.post-5482868589517027781</id><published>2007-05-21T12:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:54:03.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading 'How to Write A Blockbuster' by Helen Corner and Lee Weatherly, and I must say I'm glad that I did. It has some very useful information in the back, including other books to read and contact lists, but the most useful part for me was the section on writing in a passive voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised that I always fell into the trap of 'telling' rather than 'showing'. Its when the words 'was' or 'were' are used that the writing takes a passive turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so annoyed with myself. I can't believe I have been so dumb and have not even realised it. Even now I'm deleting bits of this post that I'm writing coz I'm slipping into that past tense way of writing where 'I was' doing something etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea is to 'show, dont tell', and the examples listed in the book illustrated how much better the 'showing' paragraph read compared to the passive paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a dick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flaccid dick, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... it can only be up from here.. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35610266-5482868589517027781?l=quillingtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5482868589517027781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35610266&amp;postID=5482868589517027781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5482868589517027781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35610266/posts/default/5482868589517027781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quillingtime.blogspot.com/2007/05/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08175749565666787151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ff4U0tWhLcw/RmCPc_addcI/AAAAAAAAAGc/XxCBwG0YXwg/s320/nemifooter.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
