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Overheard at the office: "I'm sorry I can't help, I'm up to my eyes in Japanese divorce."

Apparently some of our international prospects are divorcing, and it's getting messy. It's always the researchers who suffer, you guys.

I emailed Mum this morning about how the trip to the nutritionist went, and told her I was going to be reduced to living on oatmeal, yoghurt, and apples.

"Oh!" she said. "That's pretty much what I ate when I was pregnant with you!"

That does not help, Mum.

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I did not forget about NaNo! BE PROUD OF ME.

Especially since I have like four fanfics in the fire, and I'm ramping up to start pre-publicity for the release of The City War on the 19th, and also doing Dead Isle signed copies (okay, those are going a little slow, sorry) and coping with eating lunch.

First line: Plus, [he] didn't seem the kind to do much heavy lifting. (I'm using real names as placeholders for the eventual made up names right now, so [he] is an actual name I can't share yet.)

Last line: I rose and looked for a place to put my plate before just reaching out with my left hand to shake. She calmly took it, no awkwardness, shifting her glass of sweet tea to her right hand.

Favourite line: "As for the afterlife, I find insistin' on Heaven don't usually convince most people." He leaned back a little. "And insistin' on Hell's just bad manners."