I'm Afraid of . . . heights but adore flying craft.

Don't really have anything to say today, but it's the end of week and . . . well, you know.

A hectic/quiet day at work today. Hectic in the fact that approximately sixty-five of us are moving offices this weekend to make way for a refurbishment. Quiet in the fact that I don't have a lot of work to do, and I've already finished my quite minimal packing. Hence having the time to write a journal entry with no real content or purpose. Every-so-often I get asked to assist in some lifting or moving -- because I'm young, I must be strong and willing to lift and push -- but mostly I'm just waiting for the madness to begin at four o'clock.

Elydian has relaunched his blog, this time with one of blogger's designs as opposed to his boring old design. It's still pointless.

I've got a bit more word count to report, but I wasn't quite as productive last night as I would have liked.

Still reading The Hobbit. Still writing my superhero story (gonna miss the challenge? yep).

Started running again. Seem to have the time now -- more time than I know what to do with -- and I actually have something to train for. Hopefully, by the time this event has passed, I'll be motivated enough to carry on running.

New Chapters -- 1;
Words -- 14200;
Stories in Circulation -- 2 (The Well, He Missed the Sea);
Rejections -- 6.

Later . . .