i don't even have the brain power to think of a subject heading
hi, lj. how y'all doin'? in the week (!!) since i last posted, i have:
managed to get and stay caught up on the nanonovel
researched fairly minor details for same (soda counters, the layout of the polo grounds in nyc)
spent some hours at the boston-area 24-hour write-in
saw the airborne toxic event for the second time (fun!)
curled on my new curling shoes and did not fall on my ass
completely failed to pay my curling dues >.<
planned my contribution to thanksgiving dinner (baked brie and pumpkin pie)
successfully led an evening of writing group, with actual writing prompt
been reminded that all roads lead to gay porn
bought a ticket to see tamalinn in la
changed a ticket to see wrenlet in dallas
prepared myself for work not reimbursing me for having to change my trip to dallas
watched soa and had thoughts
watched spn and had a thought
watched hell on wheels and did not have thoughts (other than "i love how dirty everyone is" and "look, it's olive oatman!" [1])
not gotten my car washed
and probably something else i don't remember. the nanonovel is like pulling teeth, which is frustrating and vaguely baffling, since i've actually plotted ahead of where i am, so i'm not just making shit up as i go. (well, no more than usual.) i just can't motivate myself to write it. bah.
[1] not really, but she was a white woman with a tattooed chin, which always makes me think of ms oatman.
managed to get and stay caught up on the nanonovel
researched fairly minor details for same (soda counters, the layout of the polo grounds in nyc)
spent some hours at the boston-area 24-hour write-in
saw the airborne toxic event for the second time (fun!)
curled on my new curling shoes and did not fall on my ass
completely failed to pay my curling dues >.<
planned my contribution to thanksgiving dinner (baked brie and pumpkin pie)
successfully led an evening of writing group, with actual writing prompt
been reminded that all roads lead to gay porn
bought a ticket to see tamalinn in la
changed a ticket to see wrenlet in dallas
prepared myself for work not reimbursing me for having to change my trip to dallas
watched soa and had thoughts
watched spn and had a thought
watched hell on wheels and did not have thoughts (other than "i love how dirty everyone is" and "look, it's olive oatman!" [1])
not gotten my car washed
and probably something else i don't remember. the nanonovel is like pulling teeth, which is frustrating and vaguely baffling, since i've actually plotted ahead of where i am, so i'm not just making shit up as i go. (well, no more than usual.) i just can't motivate myself to write it. bah.
[1] not really, but she was a white woman with a tattooed chin, which always makes me think of ms oatman.