My brain apparently had a good talking-to by my body, or vice versa, because I went out the door and walked up the twenty feet to the post office, dropped mail in the outgoing box, and continued up the hill, proceeding to take myself on a three mile walk. I’m actually sort of grateful for the coup, but if I’d known I was going to stage one I’d have worn something more comfortable for walking in than jeans. Still, I got some exercise! Got home a couple minutes ago and…
Author: mizkit
triumph or disaster?
It’s two fifteen in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. I know there are people for whom that statement is the culmination of a life-long dream. It screams, “I’m working for myself! I’m my own boss! Nobody on the internet knows you’re a dog!” For me it’s mostly an indication of an utter failure to achieve things in an ideal order. First I rolled over and slept an extra twenty-five minutes, time in which I really should’ve been showering. Then I’d forgotten I needed to brown the lambshank…
kitty cats and writing
If any of my Seattle-based friends are looking for a cat, perhaps check out ‘s plea for a kitty in search of a home. If you’re not in search of a cat yourself but have an LJ with Seattle readers, maybe pass this on. She sounds like a very sweet cat. 3100 words so far this morning. There’s a writers’ group meeting at 1pm in the city centre, and I’m torn on whether to go. I want to, but right now I’m on my hour-long lunch break, and if I…
Nanowordcount
13,593 / 50,000(27.2%) This is not an especially inspiring day to be only 27.2% of the way through my NNWM wordcount. In order to win, I have to write 5201 words every day for the rest of the month. Actually, that’s not an especially insurmountable number, though it seems a little horrible right now. But there’s a reasonable possibility I’ll reach the end of the book before I reach the Nano wordcount, and know what? That would be JUST FINE. o.o Ted has got Tuesday through Friday off ’cause he…
gawd.
The good news: I have rewritten the Very Climactic Moment for about the eigthth time, and while it’s sort of past the eleventh hour and more like one minute to midnight as far as doing so, I am finally, finally, *finally* happy with the scene. The bad news: 22 pages of alterations (made in 10pt, not 12pt, font). Jesus God. I am going to go make dinner and rot my brain watching something like America’s Next Top Model now, thanks very much (though I assure you the only reason I’m…