Every time I go outside it starts to rain.
Ok, sometimes it starts to rain when I don’t go outside, too, but it’s a bother to go out for a walk and discover doing so is an invitation for the skies to open up. But I walked! And now I only have 20 miles to go to Dunharrow, and 12 days before the end of the month, so hopefully I shall get there before April.
Revisions proceed apace. I actually got a decent amount of forward motion done today, and broke 50K words for the year (thank God). If I can get myself back up to 200 pages by the end of the month, I’ll be pretty happy. Fortunately, there seem to be bits where I can in fact work in stuff from the first draft, rather than having to abandon another hundred pages of material (*shudder*).
Trent finished reading TQB, and said, “*****?!” when he got to the end. Hee hee hee. :)
Playing CoH tonight. Thinking about watching Much Ado About Nothing, too. For the scene where Don Pedro asks Beatrice to marry him, if nothing else. Such a gorgeous scene. Siiigh. She shoulda said yes. :)
ytd wordcount: 52,600
miles to Dunharrow: 178
having to abandon another hundred pages of material
Don’t be silly! Stamp it “NOT FOR SALE” and put it up on eBay. :)
Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me! Don’t hurt me!
*LAUGH*
Every time I go outside it starts to rain.
Isn’t this part of the Irish condition — much like beer, St. Patrick’s Day, potato famine, words-spelled-one-way-but-pronounced-another and the Young Dubliners?
Well, yes, actually, now that you mention it, it probably is. :)