Quidditch is Life

You know, I never thought I'd say it, but the end is in sight. Really. I counted today and I've got one hundred pages left to really truly do deep editing on. My goal is to actually get that many pages edited by the end of the summer - no later. That's two months (well just over) and fifty pages per month. That means a little over ten pages each week, and assuming that I don't have to do any major re-writing - and I should be past that point - it should be completely doable. I suppose only time will tell, but I plan on getting it done. I know so much about Joscelind Wadcock at this point that I probably know her better than she knew herself - really.

[Warded to Winnifred]

Last weekend was nice and I enjoyed it. You wouldn't happen to want to do that again this weekend would you?

100 more words today. Which is excellent, but I'm really getting tired of sentences and grammar and structure.

And I've got to remember to take books back to the library tomorrow.


[Warded to Winifred]

So I've got an extra ticket for a Puddlemere game this weekend. Do you want to go?

Erm... Who called up snow?

( Warded Private )


( Warded to Astoria )

Quite good to be me again. Erm. I suppose I always was me, but not really, if you know what I mean. It's preferable to be able to shower without blushing, for instance.


At any rate, it was not particularly conducive to continuing the editing process. Distracting, you know? So, I've continued the editing process now that I'm no longer distracted and have spent the past three nights working purely on that when I've gotten off work. I've got the final three chapters still to go, and we'll see how long that takes me. I'm rather afraid they may be the most difficult ones.

( Warded to Winifred )

[Warded Private]

This can't be good.

It's embarrassing.

I can't even look at myself in the mirror without blushing. Why is it the first woman I see naked is... me? This is completely wrong, so wrong on so many levels.

And they're all perky when it's cold and it's showing through my t-shirt... That's got to get annoying after a while.

I don't want to eat anything. Except chocolate. Merlin, chocolate sounds brilliant.

[/End Warded Private]

Well, so I was going to stay in today, but I really want chocolate. Except I don't want to go out Bloody hell.

That was a good amount to cover this evening, really... And on top of a full days work at the museum. I'm at least two hundred words closer to being finished with this Joscelind Wadcock biography.

At this point I'm more interested in the Quidditch stuff I was working on earlier, way more interested, but I want to submit this one for publishing, and I can't very well do that if it's not properly edited, can I?

And I'm sitting here at Magic Bean and something smells... unpleasant. In other words, not much like the coffee I thought I'd ordered. You'd think they'd do something about that.

[Warded Private]

All told that went better than I was expecting. I suppose I shouldn't have automatically assumed that it would be horrors and she would laugh me off of the Lane, but what am I supposed to think? I consider that my tail makes me a freak, so it seems odd to me that others might find it interesting.

I still rather wish that I could get it removed, even as a curiosity it serves to be annoying. Now I have no idea if she likes me for me or if she happens to be one of those people who enjoys dating a curiosity.

There is no winning is there? But in the meantime there has been a coffee, and it went mostly well.

So now it is possible to continue on my manuscript. I've actually decided to dump the research on the druids and quidditch that I've been looking at over the past few months and to concentrate all my efforts on the Joscelind Wadcock biography. Truthfully, if I actually work on it, I can have a final copy ready to turn into the editors by the end of June, I should think. And it would be nice if I could actually find a publisher, and start making a bit of money off of royalties that come in each month. If I can get that started I will have more room for research and less for the museum.

All quite good.

It seems to me that people are a bit out of hand, really. There's nothing that the Shrieking Shack is going to do to you. Yes, it's haunted, so what really? So is Hogwarts if it comes to that. I really do believe there isn't a way that you can make people sensible enough. I'd say that today's generation is born lacking common sense, but in this case it's the parents, who have to be older than I am, so it can't just be today's generation then can it?

( Warded to Winifred )

( Warded Private )

Everyone's been going on about their hair, but I honestly can't say I noticed much difference in mind. Maybe I'm just oblivious

( Warded Private )

I managed to survive the mannequin onslaught at the Museum. With the exception of having a sword pointed at me for about ten minutes it was much less exciting than it might sound. It seems one of the night janitors had a bit of a grudge.

I'm not certain if I should feel relieved that he's no longer working there or not relieved because now he'll have even more of a grudge.

( Warded Private )

Well hasn't this just turned into the most fun of days?

And I swear, if the radio doesn't stop playing that song, I'll set the mannequins after it.

( Warded Private )

[Warded Private]

How did that happen?

Apparently I'm now going out and I'm going dancing.

Which means there is a very good chance she'll see my tail.

Even if we do go somewhere very dark.

There is no way this is ending well.

I don't dance. At all. Nor do I go out.

Frankly, I'm thinking both of these things are a good thing at this moment in time.

I spent way too much of the early part of this week trying to dry out things and undo the snow and ice damage that was everywhere in my flat. Honestly, if I thought I could afford anywhere else, I'd be out of 215 in a heartbeat. Between the doxies, the ridiculous snow and ice storms, and in general, just the chaos that seems to move around this building, it's a bit ludicrous.

( Warded to Winifred )



( Warded to Astoria )

( Warded Private )

It seems I'm not the only one who's been haunted by future versions of themselves. Can't believe much that mine says really. It's just not that plausible.

The worst news of the day is undoubtedly Oliver Wood's collapse at the game. I've never been so horrified At least a damn tail curse doesn't keep you out for the rest of the season I'm actually so depressed by that I'm not certain I'm coming out for the rest of the evening.

Er... Best wishes getting back on your feet Mr Wood and may it please not take all season

Well, Mr Finnigan, congratulations on your best seller. I did read the book when it first came out although I'm afraid I got it from the library and have recommended it several times to friends of mine. It's a very well written piece of prose.

To Do (of interest to no one but myself)

1. Matty's: marmalade, bread, cheese, beans. And that specialised tea Mother prefers.


2. Return books to library


3. Check references for the second chapter, make a list of titles that need to be cross referenced.


4. Write at least four hundred words.


5. Do something with the mess in the kitchen sink.

Tomorrow I have a rare day off. Usually it is Friday or Saturday that I have off, but this week it is tomorrow. I'm trying to determine the best way to spend it in order to actually get the proper amount of work accomplished. I'm afraid, however, that if my Mother discovers I've a day off in the middle of the week like this and I don't drop some items by for her, she'll be quite upset. I suppose that means I should add tea to the list of items to pick up from Matty's.

I think I'll return the books to the library right now actually. It's always worth while to see children raised to appreciate good books.

I can't say as though the rising cost of floo powder is making me very happy. You'd think they could get this sort of thing all sorted out. Merlin, for those of us who don't really like Apparating, this is going to certainly make things a bit more difficult. I may have to dust off my broom, although, really, that's not so grand a way for me to move back and forth.

Coffee? No.

Late back from the coffee break? Yes.

Not my day.


( Warded Private )


I recommend a ban on all love spells, potions, and other such nonsense.

Puddlemere United is best damn team in Britain!

I could give you all sorts of historical evidence of why this is the case, but I'm writing in a bit of a hurry, actually. I'm going to try to spend this evening cleaning up from the mess the doxies made when they invaded my flat. Thank Merlin that trial is over. Why does nobody tell me about things like doxies

At any rate, it wasn't the end of the world. I went home for a bit, and Mum was particularly delighted to see me. As it was my birthday, it made sense to go see family and enjoy spending some time together. Enjoy is perhaps a bit strong a word, as visits often mean Mum asking if I have a girlfriend, if I'm still going to those Quidditch games, when I'm going to publish, and so on and so forth, but I am a dutiful son and I figure most people's parents are like this in one form or another.

( Warded Private )