Let's see, today I've run errands, worked out, devoured yet more facts about Greek myth, dyed my hair even more blonde than usual (for the holidays), and written another 330 words on "Talents". Which is, finally, going where it shoud, I think. Ah, well. If not, I'll fix it later.

Yup, still around, still devouring Greek myth for Second Theft, but meanwhile, I got "Talents" properly turned on its pivot-point. ::cheerful:: 220 words in the right direction, finally, and I'll see if I can salvage anything of the 1500 I'd already tried.... Whoops, in other words. ::shrugs:: Oh, well. We shall see -- tomorrow. Night, all!

::cheerful:: 556 words on Talents, which now needs, I think, about 1500 or so to be done. ::eyes that statement dubiously:: I've said things like this before, haven't I? Oh, well. Finish this, finish Depth of Field, go back to work on Second Theft ( Read more... )

Yay! Figured out a major sticking point on plot for a novel, and got 155 words just in notes on how to fix/where/when. Having now counted them (longhand; word count in Word has spoiled me), I'm now going to bed, to rest my ballet-worked, plot-worked, sangria-drenched self. Good night!

Mini_Wrimo update: 417, on profic. Huh. Weird. But it's been a good day. Off to bed. Night, all!

Mini_wrimo count for today: 137 new words on two stories, plus two more stories archived to HL Fiction archive and two more webpages redone for a site I'm working on... all of which might have been higher if the elections weren't giving me headaches. In the good news category, my former home town, which is primarily black, elected a white Jewish ( Read more... )

My ballet instructor is a professional sadist -- she gets paid to make us hurt. Tonight, she earned her pay plus some. On behalf of my hamstrings, ouch ( Read more... )

Another 160 words on "Depth of Field." Sheesh. But it's working. Tomorrow, though, I think I'm going to alternate with "Hot Pursuit," just for something more cheerful.

Another 250 words, still on Depth of Field. ::sigh:: This story is going to kill me. Or get me killed. Same difference. (Iroshi, this is the one where I'm going to need a bodyguard, dear.) Oh, well, a month of 100-300 words a night may get me past the parts of it I'm hating so I can finish the mother and go on to the next one. Maygra? Thanks for ( Read more... )

This whole '100+ words a day' thing has potential. All of my files on HL Fiction archive are now properly formatted (now that centering is working -- whee!) and, procrastination done and midnight fast approaching, I applied butt to chair and typing to file and added a grand whopping 152 words to the next Southern Comfort fic, which has languished ( Read more... )