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Thursday, 20 March 2014


I'm having a hard time thinking of words at the moment. Usually, this time of year, I'm churning out fiction and words and sleeting ideas. This year I'm... not. Can't rightly say why. Work is okay, I think, and mostly lessons are working, I think I'm keeping up with things. Home life is... well, same old same old. Tilly is PMSing, ill or tired all the time (or all three); Girlie swings twixt mad tanturms and being sweetness and light and the Boy is just... well, he's learning to sleep by himself again with minimal input at bedtime so it's hard for him at present. And my most recent posts are about Auschwitz. Hmm. So, this post. It's an image. I have a character I'm trying to build to live in a city and encounter multiple dimensions. I typed her name into an image search and this turned up. So, I guess this is her? Meet Anastasia Cable.

Looks a little like Billie Piper or Denise Richards come to think of it.
It isn't. But it could be.

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