The Cult of Ellen

I got a review!

*squee*

And it was good! *happy dance of much frog-in-blenderness*

Okay, it might not be such a big deal for the pro writers on my f-list. Still, it's a review of the second story I've ever had published. ( It makes me happy. )

The rest of Hub's flash fiction special is reviewed too, with decent reviews going to our rhube and stevecooperorg, and the best review going to our very own alasdair1076. Hurrah!

I can has MacBook! Courtesy of the love of my life, I have a very sleek matt-black 13" 2.2GHz Intel Core 2 Duo 4Gb 667MHz DDR2 SDRAM laptop sitting beside me. Called Armitage (points for spotting the reference). I freely confess I am an Apple fan. I love their stuff, especially on the rare occasions when their stuff becomes my stuff. I love the attention to detail, the little touches which make things, all in all, a joy to use. In short, I squee.

This... is gorgeous. And one of the very first things I did - right after running software update and turning on the firewall - was to buy a copy of Scrivener. This morning, I began work on the import of Squirrels In Space. So it may finally get the edit it needs! And then there's Thunder Moon to finish in first draft, and several short stories to complete, and a couple of reviews to write.

Oh, and just because I can, I've set up a project for keeping track of wedding stuff. How sad am I? Very! And I don't care. I have lots of squee today, so if any of you are feeling short on squee, give me a shout and I'll send some over.

Counting down: hen do - 10 days, flight out - 22 days, wedding - 30 days.

Squeeeee!

The amazing ayrton_nix believes I need a hen do. And who am I to quibble? *beam* She has a poll up to pick the date, which is open to you all to fill in if you fancy coming along. Yes, it's open to you guys as well: bear in mind, I plan on doing much giggling and other girlie things. You have been warned!

There will be beer. There will be curry. And there will be the photography museum in Bradford. Not necessarily in that order, though... My little Northern heart is full of squee! Come and party, peeps!