• Mr. Persimmon nodded. "I know someone I can ask. Wait here." Carl sat among the packing crates to wait and pet the wiggling puppy. #nwm
• Less-than-3 is either love, or a conehead mooning somebody.

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• "She needs her sweetheart, see. Er--might need him," Carl amended. "I don't know anything about it, but--." "Anything about what?" #nwm
• (No, the story's not done yet. And I'll finish it. Because I do that. Finish things.) #nwm
• + The coffee shop back room is currently like having tea in the cloisters. Choir singing at the next table. Awesome.
• Dear ( Read more... )

• Licking frosting off one's fingers is a great way to start the day! I <3 toaster strudel.
• Watching Daily Show, I realize that Sigourney Weaver and Hugh Grant are aging into lookalikes. V. creepy.
• Carl found the detective packing his belongings into steamer trunks, with a puppy at his feet play-fighting stray clothing. "Guv--" #nwm
• "There's this ( Read more... )

• Today's temperature range: 2 to -6 F. ::shivery shudder::
• The cabbie looked at Carl and shook his head. "Two constables came and dragged him away. I thought the mannikin seemed sad afterward." #nwm
• "Mayhap she just mirrored what the audience wanted, though, like she was ordered. I don't know more." Maybe, but Carl knew who would. #nwm
• -- After an ( Read more... )

• Have been upstairs for 15 minutes, and already Fu Manchu has knocked 3 ornaments off the tree!
• And that's why I hide my Gmail window and turn off Twitter notifications while I work: ping.fm/vChAt
• The manikin sat, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her face in them. Though a doll can't cry, her small shoulders shook. #nwm

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• Quite sad Pandora doesn't have "It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Fish-Men" ping.fm/1OqOp
• The "up to 12 inches" snow has begun.
• He stretched out one hand and placed it on the glass. "Kathleen," he said. His voice was raw. "Katy." The manikin stopped still. #nwm

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• Snapbird searches Twitter by user beyond the 10-day Twitter archive limit: ping.fm/V7Q90
• Dear Editors, Please email your contributors when their story's out *so they can help with publicity.* Your job's hard; let us help.
• A small crowd had formed when suddenly a scuffle erupted. A haggard young man pushed his way in to collapse in front of the ( Read more... )

• His workhouse sweetheart was the puppeteer for a panorama display of a young girl's adventures wandering the world in her new shoes. #nwm
• Good thing I checked with Phil *before* sending a birthday card to his dead grandma.
• The homechulus altered the story for the watcher. If a libertine, she'd nearly lose her virtue. If a nun, she'd pray in a ( Read more... )

12/02/2009 - Wednesday, full day at job
* Read Writer's Digest newsletter.
* NanoWriMo--getting to redescribing the bit from Vicesteed.
* Penthius freewriting.

12/01/2009 - Tuesday, no job
* Posted writing log.
* Penthius freewriting
* Wrote NanoWriMo. November may be over, but the story isn't. I'll keep going until it's done ( Read more... )

• The first two cabbies knew naught and doubted that anything more exciting than a spoilt child in a tantrum existed on River Road. #nwm
• Why yes, I need a t-shirt about the dark side of Santa's myth: ping.fm/UmSoL
• The third remembered. "There was a nasty scene. Some poor sod in love with a girl in a workhouse recognized her aspect selling shoes." # ( Read more... )