Not a whole lot going on today. Although, I am pleased to report that the ice cream Dana and I attempted to make yesterday finally decided to freeze. The current theory as to why it did not freeze yesterday is that it was too hot in my house. I don't know if that's plausible or not, I suppose it is, but I always have Friday the 13th to fall back on. Of course, because it never thickened and was just left to freeze as a giant mass, it now has a texture akin to sorbet. The funny thing is, I think what separates sorbet from ice cream is dairy. The only ingredient in this crap that isn't dairy is the vanilla and sugar. I'm going to call it a hybrid dessert and leave it at that. Because you know what? It's still edible and it tastes good. Therefore, in spite of texture issues, I pronounce it a success. I'm just that powerful.
What else... I'm doing something I haven't done in a very long time. I've read the first four Harry Potter books at least three times each but I've never read 5-7 more than once. I don't really know why. So, I picked up the fifth Harry Potter and started rereading it. I read books 6-7 in under 48 hours. While Harry is a pretty fast read, I'm not what one would normally call a fast reader. I'm even slower when people are waiting on me or watching me. It's a miracle I got through English studies. Being well read beforehand was ridiculously helpful. Anyway, the point being, if I got through the books that quickly, I'm bound to have missed things... most likely entire pages...
I also worked on my novel. I (potentially stupidly) decided that I was going to write a series. Yeah, I've only been saying that for... three years. I've worked out what I want to happen over the course of the books. Now, I'm attempting to figure out the finer points of each individual novel's plot. It's at times like these that I'm so happy I can write my thoughts down. There's no way in hell I could remember all the crap I'm thinking otherwise. I had the plots figured out a while ago, but now that I'm looking at them, I hate them. At least, I hate the majority of them. Two are fine. I think that's probably why I've never managed to publish anything. When I finish a project, I let it rest a while before I really go through it. And then I go through it and it just doesn't feel right. Even if I still like it, nothing has felt... publish worthy. Maybe this one will. We'll see. Once I sort out the jumble of bits and pieces floating around in my head.
Like I said, quiet day. Not even Meeko's stalking (seriously, he's been following me everywhere) has provided me with interesting material. We both wish you all good night. And don't even think of trying to sneak up on me while I'm sleeping. Meeko's guarding my door.