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Finally. I did manage to write 2000 words today that aren't awful -

STOP SLAMMING THE DAMN DOORS PEOPLE!!!

- but it was meant to be 3000. I sort of ran out of steam on constructivist theory, which, can you blame me? I can make it up later, or simply add something else to that section. There is research I did for this paper that so far isn't planned to be part of it. I might add it in later. Fixing the damn thing will be December 26-January 1st problem.

Preliminary plan to make a weekend trip down to Gillingham (Kent) in January to spend a few days at a nice B&B, visit a dear friend of my parents, and tour two museums that have been on my To Visit list for a while. Obviously, January is not ideal, but I'll take what I can get. It is, however, cheaper. Then it will be Germany and hockey! [And more museums].

So, the latest one was 13,000 and change. There was also the 6,000 one on the weekend. Everytime I think I know my daily word limit, Twilight surprises me. I think I'm starting to understand why the books are so long. SM probably couldn't stop. For which I can sympathise. Unfortunately, unlike SM, I'm not making money off of this and so would prefer it fill up less of my time. The world has definitely tilted if I write more than I read. It's not right.

The good weekend approacheth, but I have to get through the next 3 days first. Bugger that.

Oh, the Aunt deigned to email again, with a subject line instead of a body message, followed by a one line dig about Kindle. It's heartless, but after I get my Christmas presents from her, I'm not talking to her until Easter. Because I am just that much of a hypocrit. Thank you very much.

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I've come late to this feud: can you explain the aunt backstory to me? (I'm just perplexed because I haven't really spoken to my uncle since I was 16 and have little interest in doing so.)

Unfortunately, the aunt backstory is rather tied up in the family backstory, which I don't talk about to people, except in very cryptic comments that no one can understand.

However, the recent 'issues' have been that two years ago my aunt woke up one day and decided she wanted a pilot's license. Since she's in her fifties, unmarried and has money, there really wasn't much standing in her way. And hey, she's retired, she gets to do whatever she wants (even if it would have given her mother a heart attack if Nana was still alive).

Anyways, she got her license in June. In July she announced she was buying a plane. Not, shopping around, not going in on a plane with other people, but just going out and and buying a Cessna. My mother (her sister) sort of hit the roof. I'd been very, blah, about it all, except that prior to the plane purchase my Aunt declared that she had never given me any money towards my education and she really should help out a bit with the PhD. Then she blew all the money on a plane and half-heartedly apologised afterwards.

Unfortunately, since she came into possession of said plane, it's been mechanically functional for 2 weeks. The engine is currently with a company in New York. The plane is in Ontario. You see the problem? She's mad about it all and mad at everyone, because she is the type of person to think everything is someone else's fault. She is ignoring her sister and me because of it. She has yet to even Skype me since I moved to England. Since we spent much of the last two years (prior to June) in each others' company, I guess you can probably get why I'm pissed off.

That's the main reasoning. The larger reasoning is how she became the black sheep of the family through her own penchant for blaming others for her mistakes. There's a reason she's not married and lives alone in north Toronto far from any other family members.

Yeah, promising to pay for your education and then backing out to buy a PLANE is not cool. I am not sure how the bad engine could be anyone else's fault, to be honest. To demonstrate my sympathy, I give you my favourite scene from The Lion King:
http://pennybug.tumblr.com/post/4334904125/scarbeathim

Oh, I needed that, thank you!