New Do Part Two, NaNo stallout blues, housecleaning bogaloo
I guess ElJay is being petulant and not showing my new 'do pictures, so here...
Have a link to the photo gallery instead.
Dunno why the original post was all persnickety.
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Andy is doing a deep clean of the kitchen today. And the front room. And is dropping hints that perhaps I should swoop in on the bedroom.
I'll get to it. I do my share of cleaning (dishes, laundry, vacuum, a whole lotta clutter reducing) every day of the week: I deserve a bit of a break.
Besides, my Muse kind of threw her hands in the air and went "shfpt, I dunno" twice in the last couple of days, and I need to either put my head down and forge forward OR skip ahead to where I know what everybody is doing, and come back to the filler later. Either way increases my word count...
I need to quit trying to write and watch Doctor Who at the same time. Speaking of which...
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Mickie is a fellow Whovian. *punches the air*
We finished Season 2 of the new series last night, and there were tears all over.
Then we started Season 3, and she's all "who's William Shakespeare? I wanna read about him." Best well-rounded future teenager ever.
At least I hope so. I'd love for her, during her puberty years, to be able to put her hormones aside and suspend her requisite dislike for me and join me on the couch for some TARDIS-surfing.
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OMG what a lazy day I'm having.
It's not too late for a quick nap. Perhaps it'll prompt my Muse to snap her fingers and shriek "EUREKA!" and streak the passages of my brain for all the other denizens to see... (Inner Lesbian: "Strangely enough, not the least bit titillating.")
(And now I wanna draw a map of my brain-neighborhood.)
Have a link to the photo gallery instead.
Dunno why the original post was all persnickety.
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Andy is doing a deep clean of the kitchen today. And the front room. And is dropping hints that perhaps I should swoop in on the bedroom.
I'll get to it. I do my share of cleaning (dishes, laundry, vacuum, a whole lotta clutter reducing) every day of the week: I deserve a bit of a break.
Besides, my Muse kind of threw her hands in the air and went "shfpt, I dunno" twice in the last couple of days, and I need to either put my head down and forge forward OR skip ahead to where I know what everybody is doing, and come back to the filler later. Either way increases my word count...
I need to quit trying to write and watch Doctor Who at the same time. Speaking of which...
________________________________________
Mickie is a fellow Whovian. *punches the air*
We finished Season 2 of the new series last night, and there were tears all over.
Then we started Season 3, and she's all "who's William Shakespeare? I wanna read about him." Best well-rounded future teenager ever.
At least I hope so. I'd love for her, during her puberty years, to be able to put her hormones aside and suspend her requisite dislike for me and join me on the couch for some TARDIS-surfing.
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OMG what a lazy day I'm having.
It's not too late for a quick nap. Perhaps it'll prompt my Muse to snap her fingers and shriek "EUREKA!" and streak the passages of my brain for all the other denizens to see... (Inner Lesbian: "Strangely enough, not the least bit titillating.")
(And now I wanna draw a map of my brain-neighborhood.)