I'm re-reading the Neil Gaiman novel Stardust, having seen the film recently. I can only say that, as good as the film was, the novel has so much more in it. It even makes slightly more sense.
My fencing club's epee tournament is next week, so I spent last night remembering how to do it. I didn't fence any sabre at all, which is a bit weird. I even managed some sabre last week at a club that only exists, as far as I can see, thanks to the epee phase of the modern pentathalon.
The current novel is taking a while, though I hope to write some more when I'm done here. For some reason, after spending the day writing, I don't always want to spend the evening writing. Odd.
The novel I'm ghostwriting, on the other hand, is proceeding apace. I even managed to sort out a small plot difficulty in a way that let me do a whole scene of overblown villainy.