And so 2010 is done and dusted and the new year looms all shiny and slick, mostly its the sheen of water running across it from all the rain we have had so far. And we aren't even in the thick of it. SE QLD for example is crazy with floods. Whilst I sit here with cabin fever at being locked in a house minus my better half (who is away for work all week) I really shouldn't complain. There are thousands of people in my beloved QLD who have been, and will continue to be, flood-bound for weeks.
Behind me my boys plot to shoot me with nerfed guns and ball launchers. Their whispered commands and 'shushes' followed by a badly aimed ball and a torrent of giggles makes me smile. Things could be worse.
The book has been building like the floodwaters trapped inland. I've had a house full of visitors since before Christmas and toddling off to write when friends want to catch up is bad form. I left the story hanging by a tentacle so I'm itching to get back to it, and there is a lot in my head that wants to get out. It will spill across the screen like the Big River's broken banks if I don't get into it soon, but tonight I have promised my eldest I'll watch Avatar with him. I haven't seen it (YES I KNOW) so I don't know if it will be okay for him. I figure if I'm there he can be shielded from any truly disturbing stuff, but from what I've heard it should be cool. He has watched Pirates of the Caribbean plenty of times so I doubt the aliens in Avatar will freak him out any more than the zombified Pirates of the Black Pearl.
