I know, I haven't finished Crone yet. I've had a couple of set backs. We were without the 'net for a week while BT dickered about with the broadband. It took just about six calls a day to the helpline in India before it was finally fixed. I was gnawing the furniture in the meantime.
However, I managed to entertain myself by dislocating and breaking the little toe on my left foot. Don't ask how. My husband and daughter joke that I could cut myself on the air, I'm that clumsy. The toe is strapped to the next one by surgical tape and a week afterwards, it's still aching like fun.
I've run into a crisis of confidence in Crone, to be honest. It's a perzine; I want it to be a perzine. But as I come from SF fanzine-dom, the version I have come up with is rather formal. I don't want it to look like that, but equally, I don't want to go with the complete informality of a cut-and-paste zine. I've got it into my fuzzy head that an A5 (half size) zine is far more serious than an A6 (quarter size). It's driving me nuts. Crackers, round the bend, doolally and daft.
Meanwhile, I have to make a minizine, an eco zine and a book zine for various swap-bot swaps. And iI can't really get on with any of them, as well as a 24-hour zine, until after this week, as I have an essay to write on cross cultural influences on sculpture in Benin (a small country which used to be in what is now Nigeria). And three of our four cats are now sitting with me. Do I smell of cat food or something?