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May. 8th, 2013 08:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Ceist: Cad as tú?
Eibhlín: Rugadh mé i gCorcaigh ach tógadh i Luimneach mé. Is ann a chuaigh mé ar scoil.
Ceist: Agus d'fhreastail tú ar an ollscoil i Luimneach, nach ndearna?
Eibhlín: Rinne.
Ceist: Cén chéim a bhain tú amach?
Eibhlín: Bronnadh BA orm trí bliana ó shin.
Garda: Cén t-am a thit sé sei amach?
Bean: Timpeall a haon a chlog ar maidin.
Garda: Conas a thug tú faoi deara é?
Bean: Chuala mé glór amuigh sa ghairdín agus chuaigh mé síos an staighre.
Garda: Cé mhéad acu a bhí ann?
Bean: Chonaic mé beirt, ach ní fhaca mé i gceart iad. Bhí sé dubh dorcha.
Garda: Ar chuir tú an solas ar siúl?
Bean: Chuir. D'imigh siad leo ansin.
Garda: Ar goideadh mórán?
Bean: Níor goideadh aon rud, ach briseadh fuinneog.
Garda: An ndearnadh damáiste ar bith eile?
Bean: Ní dearnadh, go bhfios dom.
And then there's a bit of history ooh. About Eamon Valera.
I love everyone in this Scooby Gang. Oh Grimm. The monster of the week plot was, well, somewhat weak, but that was all eclipsed by the awesome group dynamics that everyone was engaging in. And the one-liners. And the dialogue. Basically everything about the ongoing group dynamics plot was awesome, which was fortunately half or more of the show. This is going to be fun to murderboard, lack of overarching plot aside. Or, I should say, lack of Royal Conspiracy plot, because there was a lot of group dynamics that got furthered and Nick and Juliette seem to be well on their way.
I did not get nearly the amount of writing done yesterday that I wanted to, or at least, not the one thing I wanted to. So today's intent is to finish the damn edits on Gods and Monsters 2. I know I can do that before it drops, I just need to sit down and do it. So, getting that done today, and then finishing Spellbound, and then back to a rotating series of edits. Blood in the Gutters and White Lightning drafting today, I think.
It is gray out. It is gray and ucky and we're supposed to do some stuff with the garden when I get home, and I want to weed the front walk, but it's only been sunny intermittently and argh. And the writing work. And double argh.
At some point today I should get my dumb ass organized, but I have no idea when or how that's going to happen. I guess it's going to start, though, with me getting off here and getting Gods and Monsters done.













