[bemused] I don't know, you wait years for potential book commissions to appear and then three come along all at once...
There's a possibility - only that at the moment - that I may be commissioned to write a book on dreams and dreaming, something I'd really enjoy. I've written on the subject before (in
Dreams and Magic back in 2000) and always wished I'd had the wordage available to explore further into the subject. With luck now I will! It's a flat fee (one-off advance), no royalties, not the best ever deal but I've written them before and don't have a problem with them. Keeping fingers crossed.
Regarding the school nurse: she wasn't really able to offer any advice, except to suggest simply speaking to John Cabot CTC in person, explaining the situation, and also asking the consultant for a letter to include with the application form. Heh. Be nice, first, if we could just get a diagnosis...
Quyn is a lot better - eating and (to my relief) now drinking. It's a lot easier for him to stand up today (was a slow painful procedure yesterday) and he's moving much more comfortably. Despite his age (12) he bounces back well - must run in the family! I think he'll be fine. We'll manage any arthritis as and when it's confirmed.
Oh, and I got it wrong: it wasn't a car that hit Quyn, it was a sort of small truck (cab with what I think is called a 'flatbed' behind it). The driver called yesterday to check that Quyn was OK: he lives down the road from us and has a dog of his own. Lovely thing to do, I thought! And Ken tells me that Dave next door also asked after the pooch, even though he wasn't here and didn't see anything: apparently an acquaintance up the road (who also has a dog) told Dave what had happened - though how
she found out I don't know. It does rather illustrate the little community in our road though: we may not speak much to each other, other than say hello, anyway, but news spreads organically here.
Or perhaps we're just memorable. Well, us or our animals. I have had people who are complete strangers to me ask if the cats are alright, they haven't been out recently... (which is quite true, they too are getting old and tend to prefer to snooze indoors except when they can snooze outdoors in the sun). It's kind of comforting in a way, to know people care.
Kai apparently spent some time yesterday (in his school playtimes, I trust!) working out how to make his own functioning TARDIS. He has the mechanics figured out - using a combination of wormholes and string theory - and it actually sounds quite feasible... if we could overcome the glaringly obvious problems of access and control! He hasn't worked out how to make the inside bigger than the outside yet, though he thought my idea of a tesseract was feasible. He came up with an intriguing theory as to how it works, however. What if, he said, the
inside of the TARDIS was actually stationary, on another planet or dimension or alternate universe, so when you went through the door you were entering a completely different space? Sounds good to me, I replied, so it's actually only the portal (the outer guise) that moves? Yes, he said, that's the part that opens onto different times and spaces, the inside just stays where it is.
Bright lad, my bratling. I'll set him to work on devising my method of 'skimmer propulsion next... [grin]
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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