writing, marital bliss, writing, and my favorite commercial
Boring word count update:
Sa - 1/27 - 947
Su - 1/28 - 906
Mo - 1/29 - ZILCHO
Tu - 1/30 - 1,065
We - 1/31 - 1,488
Th - 2/01 - 960
Fr - 2/02 - ZILCHO revisited
Sa - 2/03 - 977
Seven Day total: 6,343/5,250
WIP total: 49,577
Just to show how blessed I am with Arithmetic Skill, I have no idea how I could fall asleep twice instead of writing and still make the weekly goal. Maybe the shoemaker's brownies have taken up filling in extra words for me while I snooze? Judging by the spelling, it's entirely possible.
Bless their little brownie hearts, they left me little gifts too, exciting shinies, including some ways to tie in a couple of (I thought) dropped threads and also a lovely CLUE for how to get out of a corner I'd written us all into. I was really beginning to worry it, too. My characters were supposed to go into the city, encounter some problems, and go home in time for supper in time for the huge midpoint reversal. But now I'm right at the halfway point, but they are still stuck in the city, thanks to the unexpected events that keep creeping in on me. Today I see how to get them home...and although the maybe-protagonist is still being a wuss, I think I see how to de-wuss him. I hope.
Meanwhile, my hubz has been on vacation all week, and frustrated the bejeebers right outta me. If he can't have either the computer or the TV, he's all, "What am I supposed to do?" And yes, this is an actual quote.
Did I, when he said that, point out the cupboard upstairs that he promised to paint in 1997? The one that he calls "the yellow cabinet," but which is actually supposed to be white? No, I did not. Nor did I snipe, "Is reading too hard for you?" See, I am not nearly as bitchy as I could be, in spite of having just learned at this late date that "supposed" is a trigger word for me. Apparently he is supposed to play video games. I am supposed to do laundry.
I mean to redefine my supposeds this year.
Anyhow, I remembered ye olde quickpad just in the nick of time. I can do my typing without giving my husband the CRT-DTs. I still feel about typing more or less the way he seems to feel about painting cupboards, but I like doing it in the kitchen a little better. At least while I'm in there, I am not distracted/tempted to go see who's posted on LJ.
Things I am grateful for this week, besides the quickpad:
1.) I am not delivering pizzas when it's like 0°F out there and the wind is making the trees bow in submission. Super Bowl Sunday is always in their top four busiest nights of the year, and it's also falling close to the beginning of the month and a little too near a full moon for my taste. (My advice is, if you want delivery, order early.)
2.) I found evening primrose oil, and I'm not even a bit sorry I went to Wal-Mart for it. I looked all over town for two months, couldn't find any, and I may bleed to death, but gawdasmywitness I am not going to be insane again this month. NOT. HAPPENING.! I'm sure I did more damage to the environment trying to avoid Wally's than I did damage to the economy.
3.) Two people tagged me for a meme! I will work on that tonight, I promise.
4.) Coffee!
5.) Finding that hysterical Flameburger commercial preserved on an old tape of Whose Line is it Anyway? ...and then finding it on YouTube, too. So you know I must share.
And now I better go. Somebody's hot breath is wrinkling up my collar, and not in sexy way.
Sa - 1/27 - 947
Su - 1/28 - 906
Mo - 1/29 - ZILCHO
Tu - 1/30 - 1,065
We - 1/31 - 1,488
Th - 2/01 - 960
Fr - 2/02 - ZILCHO revisited
Sa - 2/03 - 977
Seven Day total: 6,343/5,250
WIP total: 49,577
Just to show how blessed I am with Arithmetic Skill, I have no idea how I could fall asleep twice instead of writing and still make the weekly goal. Maybe the shoemaker's brownies have taken up filling in extra words for me while I snooze? Judging by the spelling, it's entirely possible.
Bless their little brownie hearts, they left me little gifts too, exciting shinies, including some ways to tie in a couple of (I thought) dropped threads and also a lovely CLUE for how to get out of a corner I'd written us all into. I was really beginning to worry it, too. My characters were supposed to go into the city, encounter some problems, and go home in time for supper in time for the huge midpoint reversal. But now I'm right at the halfway point, but they are still stuck in the city, thanks to the unexpected events that keep creeping in on me. Today I see how to get them home...and although the maybe-protagonist is still being a wuss, I think I see how to de-wuss him. I hope.
Meanwhile, my hubz has been on vacation all week, and frustrated the bejeebers right outta me. If he can't have either the computer or the TV, he's all, "What am I supposed to do?" And yes, this is an actual quote.
Did I, when he said that, point out the cupboard upstairs that he promised to paint in 1997? The one that he calls "the yellow cabinet," but which is actually supposed to be white? No, I did not. Nor did I snipe, "Is reading too hard for you?" See, I am not nearly as bitchy as I could be, in spite of having just learned at this late date that "supposed" is a trigger word for me. Apparently he is supposed to play video games. I am supposed to do laundry.
I mean to redefine my supposeds this year.
Anyhow, I remembered ye olde quickpad just in the nick of time. I can do my typing without giving my husband the CRT-DTs. I still feel about typing more or less the way he seems to feel about painting cupboards, but I like doing it in the kitchen a little better. At least while I'm in there, I am not distracted/tempted to go see who's posted on LJ.
Things I am grateful for this week, besides the quickpad:
1.) I am not delivering pizzas when it's like 0°F out there and the wind is making the trees bow in submission. Super Bowl Sunday is always in their top four busiest nights of the year, and it's also falling close to the beginning of the month and a little too near a full moon for my taste. (My advice is, if you want delivery, order early.)
2.) I found evening primrose oil, and I'm not even a bit sorry I went to Wal-Mart for it. I looked all over town for two months, couldn't find any, and I may bleed to death, but gawdasmywitness I am not going to be insane again this month. NOT. HAPPENING.! I'm sure I did more damage to the environment trying to avoid Wally's than I did damage to the economy.
3.) Two people tagged me for a meme! I will work on that tonight, I promise.
4.) Coffee!
5.) Finding that hysterical Flameburger commercial preserved on an old tape of Whose Line is it Anyway? ...and then finding it on YouTube, too. So you know I must share.
And now I better go. Somebody's hot breath is wrinkling up my collar, and not in sexy way.