[I dreamed I saw a moonlit stair]
Yesterday, we saw Feist. I finally bought a (non-vinyl) copy of Queen's A Night At The Opera. Also a Tek magnet and a Bowie sticker, cashew chili and a kahlua milkshake (frappe, whatever). Feist was good, fun (funny, with her, "What if you were at the Kasbah? No, wait, what's it called? What if you were at the Middle East?"), and there was a disco ball and a tap dancing ghost and good music and good times.
Today, I have to:
a. Write 1,600 words on the post-apocalyptic band fic (goal = 2,000 words/weekend);
b. Finish the band origin story for the novel (& figure out their musical influences);
c. Stop obsessively voting for the All-Star Game;
d. Work on First Kisses (the request line's still open) (I really am going to finish these);
e. Make brownies Eat all of the brownies in the world;
f. If, and only if, I complete 1 -and- 2, I may work on a) dooooooom, b) the Patrick/Travis/VickyT thing that popped into my head this morning, c) whatever crazy thing strikes my fancy.
Back to writing now. For real. (While watching baseball. And listening to Queen. If I had a baseball blog, I'd call it "We Don't Shake Off Jason Varitek In This House," and the (un)official theme song for Manny Ramirez and Julian Tavarez would be, "You're My Best Friend." I'd make tangleofthorns write all the interesting stuff, and I'd just ramble on and on about the hotness of Tek and the evils of interleague play. It'd be awesome. You have no idea.)
Today, I have to:
a. Write 1,600 words on the post-apocalyptic band fic (goal = 2,000 words/weekend);
b. Finish the band origin story for the novel (& figure out their musical influences);
c. Stop obsessively voting for the All-Star Game;
d. Work on First Kisses (the request line's still open) (I really am going to finish these);
e. Make brownies Eat all of the brownies in the world;
f. If, and only if, I complete 1 -and- 2, I may work on a) dooooooom, b) the Patrick/Travis/VickyT thing that popped into my head this morning, c) whatever crazy thing strikes my fancy.
Back to writing now. For real. (While watching baseball. And listening to Queen. If I had a baseball blog, I'd call it "We Don't Shake Off Jason Varitek In This House," and the (un)official theme song for Manny Ramirez and Julian Tavarez would be, "You're My Best Friend." I'd make tangleofthorns write all the interesting stuff, and I'd just ramble on and on about the hotness of Tek and the evils of interleague play. It'd be awesome. You have no idea.)