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I had what you could call a productive day yesterday. Personally I think it's a somewhat generous description, but my word count is fast approaching unreasonable proportions. There's one critic in particular who, while I was reading my typed notes of his work, is so awesome that I couldn't fathom how to condense his arguments down any further, and just ended up copy/pasting the entire chunk of notes into the vaguely relevant section of the review. Which does not a good review make.
*Sigh*
In other news me and bastardang 's market stall a couple of weeks ago went really well, which makes me really happy. We were both pretty nervous about how it would go and whether there would be enough people who thought what we did was awesome enough to hand over money for it... but there were, and they did. Now to make more stock in time for July! Which is not so far away. So far two hats and one pair of booties. Need at least 3 more hats and matching booties for all.
I'm also trying to make my mother in law a stole called Juno Regina, which is knit on 2ply on 3.5mm needles, which I'm finding quite tiring as I need to watch what I'm doing the whole time. The wool is so fine it's about 3 of my hairs thick, so it slips around a lot. And this is 'due' by the end of the month (it was her birthday last month so it's already late). Plus gloves for myself, house socks for Adam, and a jumper for William (or Wigwam as he is called by the in-laws). Gah!
There are things that should be making me happy, like the prospect of spending a fortnight covered in paint and charcoal trying to work enough for a decent submission. If I can finish this lit review in time, and get in my application for research funding for next year, then it _should_ be possible.
Neal Stephenson is getting in the way of this. He is so awesome. I'm almost halfway through Confusion already, which is testament to my procrastination of all these other pressing issues that I keep complaining about.
I'll go give myself a good talking to, and get it all done, and stop complaining.
*Sigh*
In other news me and bastardang 's market stall a couple of weeks ago went really well, which makes me really happy. We were both pretty nervous about how it would go and whether there would be enough people who thought what we did was awesome enough to hand over money for it... but there were, and they did. Now to make more stock in time for July! Which is not so far away. So far two hats and one pair of booties. Need at least 3 more hats and matching booties for all.
I'm also trying to make my mother in law a stole called Juno Regina, which is knit on 2ply on 3.5mm needles, which I'm finding quite tiring as I need to watch what I'm doing the whole time. The wool is so fine it's about 3 of my hairs thick, so it slips around a lot. And this is 'due' by the end of the month (it was her birthday last month so it's already late). Plus gloves for myself, house socks for Adam, and a jumper for William (or Wigwam as he is called by the in-laws). Gah!
There are things that should be making me happy, like the prospect of spending a fortnight covered in paint and charcoal trying to work enough for a decent submission. If I can finish this lit review in time, and get in my application for research funding for next year, then it _should_ be possible.
Neal Stephenson is getting in the way of this. He is so awesome. I'm almost halfway through Confusion already, which is testament to my procrastination of all these other pressing issues that I keep complaining about.
I'll go give myself a good talking to, and get it all done, and stop complaining.