After a long dry week I did 2600 words this morning. Finished chapter 10. I’m beginning to suspect I’ll be going through these early chapters and cutting out two or three chapters worth of Stuff, which I happened to also do on the second book in this series and don’t even get me started on the first book. This is not an efficient way to write a book, but I guess if it gets the job done…
Apparently the photography class last night was great. Ted learned a lot and was very enthusiastic and although I’m pretty wiped out from going back to the car dealer today I wish I’d gone to the class. Although I’d have not written today if I had, I’m pretty sure. I’ll just have to study on my own, I guess.
There’s a 12 week beginners yoga class starting the 27th in Cork that I got a flyer for. They say it is an “intensive course”. I wonder what that means. (I’ve emailed to ask.) Perhaps if I’m a good Kit I’ll take the class…
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This was going to be a quick song parody of “Lola”, but I couldn’t pull it together. So no song about a “bendy little gal at the gym downtown” who was doing “Yoga. Y-O-G-A, yoga, yo-yo-yo-yo-yoga”.
Sorry ’bout that.
I sat here for a distressingly long time waiting for your icon to blow up.
Honestly, what must you think of me? :P
Mmmm . . . yoga . . .
I started taking a class at the local college this semester, and am totally hooked. Gooooooooooooood stuff.
It wasn’t even you. It just was the mostly harmless and the blinking cursor. I expected More. I’m crushed!
So this is what it feels like when your fans start criticizing your art? It’s a miracle more fen don’t die painful, gory deaths at the hands of writers…. :P
(Okay, in my case “my art” is “stuff I felt like stealing”, but the principle still holds.)