Well, I'll just dream about owning one. A mare. And I've called her Gypsy. A lovely name for a horse, isn't it? Sigh.
Oh, right, back to reality. Reality is so overrated! In it, I have no horse, no house of my own, and no publishing deal.
I think I'll stick to dreaming if it's all the same to you...
Writing yesterday went well. I did get to my 3 000 words, and will hopefully be doing the same today. I have to say, however, that my mind has been much engaged with this new project of mine, the one that will be offered as donation only. It appears, from early daydreams, that this will be more of a Sci Fi effort. We'll see when it comes down to the writing.
There isn't much else to say. A relief, I'm sure, since the last post was so long. Thus, here is today's Forgotten English:
A scrivener, a clerk; satirical phrase similar to "steel bar driver," a tailor.
- John Hotten's Slang Dictionary, 1887
A clerk, scribe, or hackney writer. Brother of the quill, an author.
- Francis Grose's Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, 1796
And I shall leave it here. Have a wonderful Tuesday everyone!