Today’s the first day in weeks I’ve felt like myself. I feel like I got enough sleep (and it’s not that I haven’t been sleeping) and I woke up all ready to go to work. Boy, it’s a lot nicer to feel this way than mopey the way I’ve been. This morning a UPS man called and asked if I could meet him at the corner of Blarney and Shandon street because he couldn’t get up the hill because the road had been closed. Indeed, it has been. There’s a…
Author: mizkit
oh, well, what the hell…
Stolen from half my flist: Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don’t blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don’t blog about, but you’d like to hear about, and I’ll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, favorite type of underwear, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other. (…and yes, this is posted after I read Robin Hobbs’ rant, so I…
*sigh*
I can’t find the quote about, “This morning I wrote 100 words. This afternoon I deleted them. A fine day’s work,” or something to that effect, but that’s what this week has been. This week I’ve written about 8K. This afternoon I’ve deleted 6K of it. *sigh* ytd wordcount: 90,700 miles to Minas Tirith: 182.4
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I have utterly failed to mention here on my blog that I’m participating in Magical Words, a group author blog about…writing, at least in theory. :) But I’m mentioning it today because 1. I’ve been meaning to, but much more importantly, 2. I have today brought up the topic of visualization, which is one of my favorite weird things to discuss. People should pop over there and discuss it, and pop over there in general when they can! :) I didn’t want very much to work today, but I got…
I’m awake! I’M AWAKE!
Several minutes ago there was a great crashing of glass. Ted, jerked from sleep, said, “God damn cat! God! Damn! Cat!” with unusual vehemence, and leapt out of bed. I followed, less annoyed but equally awake, and we searched the house, finding a slinking, guilty Zilli, but no broken glass, much less the broken crystal that I feared. We determined it must’ve been outside. It turned out Ted’s vehemence was born from Lucy puking outside the bedroom door at 4am, an incident which I blissfully slept through. And now he,…