Actually managed to have half a discussion with mum re. my plans for the year - i.e. my actual career plans, i.e. WRITING - and trying to get short stories out there and a novel assembled.

Now she is all, well, get cracking. Just after telling me to take weeks off to let my hands recover.

Color me really. fucking. confused. |D;

[EDIT] Also, calling all Hobb readers. I have done a terrible thing to my seme-sama. How did you make peace with the ending of the Tawny Man? I ask this even though I know alleyne and I regularly scream FUCKING SKILL PILLAR at each other in despair. All I can say is, somewhere in the back of my head there is a relatively happy culturally-confused threesome. Because that is how they do it in... that tiny little land to the south whose name I can never remember. Ummmm. Thingie. >_>