Dear Internet...
I know I've been ignoring you and there's no good excuse!
Though if you must blame someone, blame my sister and the Dragon Age that she introduced me to. Not only did I become way too obsessed with both games over the past few weeks, but I had a muse-stroke and wrote about 80 pages of DA2 fic over the weekend (with both a cat and a fiance struggling to get my attention). Which I firmly decided never to do. But it happened anyway.
Otherwise, the past month or so has gone thusly:
- Write 5 pages a day, damnit.
- Feed the Thomas.
- Go and kick-box the things (I have hand wraps, now! I kind of just want to wear them everywhere, in some delusion of BAMF-ery)
- Go and take Minutes
- Get a nasty email about overusing bullet points in the Minutes
- Jog the paths.
- Attempt boot camp and die.
- Experience mood swings. All of them. All at the same time.
- Go to Niagara Falls and stay at the extremely fancy B&B, because I had a Groupon (most things in life, I do because I have a Groupon)
- Cook things I probably shouldn't.
- Watch Dr Who.
- Go drinking with people from the East Coast.
- Make pasta.
- Feel guilty about not being online.
- Skype with family.
Can't seem to fit words together in any kind of narrative fashion; I think something in my head is busted. I guess this is a good time to catch up on housework, which is nearly as neglected as the internet.
And I have the strange compulsion to dance.
Well, maybe not that strange.
Though if you must blame someone, blame my sister and the Dragon Age that she introduced me to. Not only did I become way too obsessed with both games over the past few weeks, but I had a muse-stroke and wrote about 80 pages of DA2 fic over the weekend (with both a cat and a fiance struggling to get my attention). Which I firmly decided never to do. But it happened anyway.
Otherwise, the past month or so has gone thusly:
- Write 5 pages a day, damnit.
- Feed the Thomas.
- Go and kick-box the things (I have hand wraps, now! I kind of just want to wear them everywhere, in some delusion of BAMF-ery)
- Go and take Minutes
- Get a nasty email about overusing bullet points in the Minutes
- Jog the paths.
- Attempt boot camp and die.
- Experience mood swings. All of them. All at the same time.
- Go to Niagara Falls and stay at the extremely fancy B&B, because I had a Groupon (most things in life, I do because I have a Groupon)
- Cook things I probably shouldn't.
- Watch Dr Who.
- Go drinking with people from the East Coast.
- Make pasta.
- Feel guilty about not being online.
- Skype with family.
Can't seem to fit words together in any kind of narrative fashion; I think something in my head is busted. I guess this is a good time to catch up on housework, which is nearly as neglected as the internet.
And I have the strange compulsion to dance.
Well, maybe not that strange.