That's bound to happen eventually, I suppose.
There isn't all that much by way of news. I wrote my first ever guest blog post yesterday. You can read it here:
That same blog has put up their lovely (squee!) review of The Dying God & Other Stories onto the blog (here), as well as in their notes on Facebook. It makes me so happy!
I wrote nothing at all yesterday. The editing took far longer than I intended it too. That said, I think that, with one more pass with a different Beta Reader, I'll be ready to submit The Third Prince once again. We'll see, though. I'm not all that concerned about missing a day of writing. I'll be catching up throughout the week ... I hope.
On a completely unrelated topic, I may have broken my left foot. Nice. It maybe might have happened three weeks ago, but I stubbornly refused to not go to training, and therefore aggravated the problem. Yesterday (ahem ... during training) it hurt so much I actually felt like crying. Oh well, to the clinic I go to get a requisition for an X-Ray. There'll be no training for me tonight. You can't see me, but I'm making a sad face.
Slightly related, but not really, I'm quite exciting for the weather to warm up a little. Equestrian Archery season starts soon. Which reminds me, I have to email C.K. Oh, and thanks to the venerable C.G. (you know who you are), I'm thinking of doing an article on the subject of Equestrian Archery and shopping that out to a few specialty magazines etc. We'll see. It'll have to wait until April in any case.
Mock the Week is extremely hilarious.
I think that about covers everything. So, without further ado, here is today's Forgotten English:
A weather prophet.
- Joseph Wright's English Dialect Dictionary, 1898-1905
By the colour or hue of the scaum [atmospheric haze] do weatherwiseacres guess about coming weather.
- John Mactaggart's Scottish Gallovidian Encyclopedia, 1824
[From] wiseacre, a wise or learned person; a sage.
- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1928
Now this is interesting. As soon as I read 'wiseacre' a guffawed a little. My grandmother and mother both often used this word to describe me ... very sarcastically (I should note, not me exclusively). In fact, I heard it only ever used sarcastically and so thought that it could only be used sarcastically. That's the only way I've ever used the word myself. Until now, I thought it was just a made-up word that meant 'smart-arse.' Hah! This makes me absurdly happy.
Righty-o, back to work for me. Have a great Tuesday all! Ta-ta for now.