Baby it's cold outside.
28°F/-2°C this morning, with frost all over my windshields.
Burrr. I'm not ready for this.
The radio said something about snowflakes later in the week...
WTF?
I think I'm having trouble believing it's December. Let alone three weeks away from Christmas. (I've gotten Matt one thing. It's en route to my parents' house. There's other stuff I want to get. Not sure what to get Mom and Dad. Mom usually lets me know what she wants. Dad's a bit harder to buy for... I will probably get both of them a gift card to Hastings or B&N though.)
Spent yesterday, at work, trying to write two scripts. What came out was...less than stellar. I think I've sprained my writing muscle with NaNo. But, they're out there. A springboard, if nothing else. I hope. Will probably revisit them today.
I'm giving myself a couple of days off of writing. And, then...I think I'm going to do some general world building for Affectation (the NaNo novel) and some character profiling to get some more depth of knowledge of the story.
I've still got to make my getyourwordsout goal...which may not be doable, I'm not sure. It's 200,000 words. Even with NaNo, I think I may come up short. But I'll make it a good effort.
Woke up at 5:00 this morning to Matt herding cats around the bedroom.
Chirp gets special room privileges because he sleeps with us most of the night. (Really sleeps. On the bed, usually between us. He's a cuddlebug, despite being skittish.) And he'll beat the crap out of the door if we don't let him in, so...
He got up to let Chirp out. Chirp wouldn't run past him (the skittish nature had kicked in.) So he tried the airlock routine with our bathroom doors. Didn't work. He finally cornered Chirp on the bed, picked him up and set him out.
Next thing, I see the bathroom door move a bit out of the corner of my eye. Then it's pushed open. Slinky marches in.
Matt gets up and puts him out of the room.
Then he comes back, goes to his closet and pulls out...a kitten (I think she came in just before Slinky).
Puts the kitten out and closes the bathroom door. It's about 10 after 5 by this point.
I probably should have just gotten up instead of lying there in a doze. I think that's what gave me the sinus headache I have now. (Or maybe it was the temperature difference between the apartment and the outside...)
Either way.
This mornings phrase is "Fucking cats."
Now, I'm going to go drink my coffee and stare at Jackie Earle Haley's arms... (See icon.)
Burrr. I'm not ready for this.
The radio said something about snowflakes later in the week...
WTF?
I think I'm having trouble believing it's December. Let alone three weeks away from Christmas. (I've gotten Matt one thing. It's en route to my parents' house. There's other stuff I want to get. Not sure what to get Mom and Dad. Mom usually lets me know what she wants. Dad's a bit harder to buy for... I will probably get both of them a gift card to Hastings or B&N though.)
Spent yesterday, at work, trying to write two scripts. What came out was...less than stellar. I think I've sprained my writing muscle with NaNo. But, they're out there. A springboard, if nothing else. I hope. Will probably revisit them today.
I'm giving myself a couple of days off of writing. And, then...I think I'm going to do some general world building for Affectation (the NaNo novel) and some character profiling to get some more depth of knowledge of the story.
I've still got to make my getyourwordsout goal...which may not be doable, I'm not sure. It's 200,000 words. Even with NaNo, I think I may come up short. But I'll make it a good effort.
Woke up at 5:00 this morning to Matt herding cats around the bedroom.
Chirp gets special room privileges because he sleeps with us most of the night. (Really sleeps. On the bed, usually between us. He's a cuddlebug, despite being skittish.) And he'll beat the crap out of the door if we don't let him in, so...
He got up to let Chirp out. Chirp wouldn't run past him (the skittish nature had kicked in.) So he tried the airlock routine with our bathroom doors. Didn't work. He finally cornered Chirp on the bed, picked him up and set him out.
Next thing, I see the bathroom door move a bit out of the corner of my eye. Then it's pushed open. Slinky marches in.
Matt gets up and puts him out of the room.
Then he comes back, goes to his closet and pulls out...a kitten (I think she came in just before Slinky).
Puts the kitten out and closes the bathroom door. It's about 10 after 5 by this point.
I probably should have just gotten up instead of lying there in a doze. I think that's what gave me the sinus headache I have now. (Or maybe it was the temperature difference between the apartment and the outside...)
Either way.
This mornings phrase is "Fucking cats."
Now, I'm going to go drink my coffee and stare at Jackie Earle Haley's arms... (See icon.)