Off to an earlier start today. I have a whiny kitty on my lap (well, now he’s purring; he was whining earlier), and I need breakfast, but I want to get one chapter done before I eat.

Mind you, this will be ‘breakfast’ at 11:15am. It’s not exactly an *early* start. Just much earlier than yesterday. But I did my pilates and went for a little walk, at least! :)

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currently: crushed

Before I got distracted with my bitching political post, I’d intended to try to corral my thinks what need doing this week/rest of the month/into October. I shall try again. :)

Got a variety of things coming up, all of which will ideally be done before I go to South Carolina to teach at the South Carolina Writers Workshop.

- yoga class tuesday & thursday
- spanish class wednesday
- develop any paperwork needed for SWCC (deadline: 26 Sept)
- do a bit of revising to the TRUTHSEEKER proposal
- revisions for THE PRETENDER’S CROWN
- write Chance #7
- write chapter 1 of the Mia script
- Octocon, assuming it’s actually happening
- WALKING DEAD revisions, if they come in

*squints at that* I thought I was supposed to be slowing down some. *sigh*

currently: tired

Wow. I am 100% made of Boring today. I can’t even think of anything to natter inanely about. Damn. o.O

miles to Isengard: 267.6
ytd miles swum: 14.3
ytd wordcount: 316,800

currently: bored

ytd miles swum: 2
ytd wordcount: 215,700
miles to Minas Tirith: 514

currently: exhausted

I’ve read 9 books this month. That’s half again as many as I’d read this _year_ previous to May. I’m pretty sure I could happily stay on vacation through the end of June without having the slightest urge to go back to the keyboard to work. I keep looking at books on the TBR shelf that I’ve been looking forward to for years and putting off reading them yet because I *know* they’re going to be good, and I don’t want to commit myself to reading something _that good_ until I’ve really got the time to enjoy it.

I believe I’m still feeling completely overwhelmed. Bah.

miles to Minas Tirith: 437.5

currently: apathetic

I am utterly, but pleasantly, knackered.

The weekend, during which I didn’t post at *all*, which is very strange indeed, was very nice. Saturday we watched Doctor Who (Donna is fast becoming my favorite companion, even though I really did love Rose), caught up on Smallville (which, man. I know there’s a lot of popular opinion that it’s jumped the shark, but because I love the Lex storyline so much I’m willing to give them an awful lot of rope to hang themselves with. And the Lex story has, really, afaic, completed with this last episode, and the Clark story…has got Shark Jumping written all over it. *So* dubious.) and on BSG (which, *augh*), and watched a romcom on Friday night, and … faffed around Sunday night. :)

I read three books, though I’d intended on reading more and got distracted by…well, Sunday was weirdly busy, with walking and kitchen-cleaning and baking and a bit of sneak-attack writing born from having the first bit of the SubPress short story fall into my head, and so I ended up not reading a book despite my best intentions.

I have walked very nearly six miles every day for the last four days. Lisa, a while ago, said, “Kit lives in a strange magical world where ’six miles’ are not the same as they are in my world. I walk six miles once a year. Around an industrial park. For charity.”

Today, for some ungodly reason (like, having gone to bed at 10:15 last night, probably), I woke up at 6:15, and *got up*. Wrote a bit. Went forth and helped capture a kitten. Came back home. Eventually dragged myself out of the house to work on revisions for TPC, which mostly confirmed that the problems aren’t in the first 150 pages of the book, which was as far as I got. The prologue needs rewriting and a scene needs to be added. Tomorrow I’ll get an earlier start (chasing kittens took a long time!) and hopefully get into the meatier, and more problematic, parts of the book.

Oh, hey, Karen Duvall tagged me for a meme, so I’ll stick that behind the cut tag before going off to nap on the couch. :)

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currently: tired

Ted gave me the day off when he came downstairs and found me asleep on the couch. I will resume wordcount madness tomorrow, at a slightly more sedate pace, and will apply all encouragement collected today to tomorrow and future days.

I could go back to sleep. :p

currently: tired