The only good thing about Monday is that it's the day following Sunday, meaning I'm well rested (usually) and up for writing difficult, really emotional scenes. Which is probably a good thing, since the rewrite I've been dreading is fast approaching. I might not make it there today, but it seems likely that I'll hit it this week.
I'm pre-emptively tearing up right now.
Is pre-emptively a word? It is now. Eat your heart out Shakespear...
There isn't much to report. I had a glorious week last week, what with seeing the final Harry Potter flick, and going to see the Lion King live on stage, and having an alright equestrian archery lesson (as opposed to the very frustrating lessons that were the previous two (photos and video to follow soon)).
This week looks much quieter. Though I do foresee a night of heavy drinking that will likely coincide with the afore-mentioned re-write.
Since there is so little to report, I shall leave you here. Have a lovely Monday all!
A glass of ardent spirits or draught of ale given by the landlord of an inn to his guest when about to depart.
- John Jamieson's Etymological Scottish Dictionary, 1808
In the north of the Highlands, called "cup at the door."
- Ebenezer Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1898
[By the 19th century, the term stirrup-cup, also called the doch-an-dorrais (from Gaelic and Irish deoch, drink, and an doruis, of the door) was extended to include the welcoming of a guest with a drink before his dismount.]