All hail Ted! The carpets are clean! Everything looks much nicer. The bathroom is half cleaned; the fumes drove me out. I’ll give it another go later tonight. There is art on the walls in the bedroom, which now looks much more finished than it did. We’re working on getting the Christmas tree up. And getting dinner. And I made fudge. And Jai called and went AUGH because she had to stop reading Urban Shaman to go do some other stuff, and Silkie is AUGHing because she doesn’t want me…
Author: mizkit
sleepy.
Sleepy. Been out shopping most of the bloody day. All the Christmas shopping is done. Um, well, all of it except my Mom hasn’t said what else she might want for Christmas, so I only have one thing for her, which seems insufficient. *sulk* Anyway. It is, however, done besides that! I have to go clean the bathroom in a few minutes. I’m procrastinating. :)
pretty cute
Two Weeks Notice was pretty cute. Also, it was only 90 minutes long, which I’m discovering I appreciate in a movie these days.
yeah!
Good day! I went to a writer’s critique group this morning and came away convinced I need to rewrite the first chapter of Angles entirely; too much description that doesn’t add to the overall story, and it cuts into the action too much, and yeah. Needs rewriting. Then did Christmas shopping! Got all Ted’s shopping done! Not much more to buy, now! Yaaay! _Do_ need to clean the house and put up the Christmas tree. :) Everybody is going to TTT and loving it! yaay! *beam*
irrational surges
Irrational surges of panic about writing, today. Since I’ve got one book at a publisher and one book that’s not yet rewritten to send to one, I’m not sure why I’m panicking, but I’m panicking anyway. . o O ( what if it’s as bad as all the other slush? what if somebody’s having a bad hair day when they pick it up? what if what if what if? ) o.o