Having done all that writing yesterday, my motivation seems to have drowned in today’s downfall of rain. Its loss is compounded by the kitty cats being cold, and therefore very happy to snuggle on me and emit kitty sleep rays. On the other hand, last night I did think of a Walker Papers short story I could write, so if I manage to locate my motivation, I’ll have something to do with it. Oh, God, my eyeballs itch. *rubs them until they’re swollen* ytd miles swum: 18.7
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words
I have not left the house today. On the other hand, I’ve finished one short story, written the entirety of a second (especially remarkable in that the time elapsed from Ted suggesting it to me finishing it was less than 3 hours), and written a third or so of another. This must be worth something. Now there shall be pineapple upside-down cake. ytd wordcount: 325,800
just stuff
Y’know a couple weeks ago when I slept funny and woke up with my arm flung behind me? The joint’s been all achy and mucked up since then, but this morning it suddenly went CLICK and is fine again. It never ceases to amaze me both how much discomfort the body can become accustomed to and work with, and how very good it feels when the pain stops. I have had “write Chance #6” on my thinks to do list for like half a year now. Possibly longer. I finally…
Apparently the manner in which Zilli is leaned up against me causes him, from the angle at which Ted is sitting, to appear to be a thalidomide kitty. Ted would not let me take a picture of the thalidomide kitty and post it. He said that was tasteless. :) I wrote a short story last night! Now I just need to do that four more times. :) The weather did not betray us. Yesterday was surprisingly lovely, and so far today it is not raining. We are profoundly grateful. I’m…
man.
It is an entirely perfect evening out. The sun’s setting (at 8pm, wah, winter is coming) and the sky is gold and blue and gorgeous. I wish we’d get decent weather like this for a few weeks. The entire population of the island is depressed. Thursday was half decent, but that made yesterday’s misery all the worse. I’m going to cry like a little girl if tomorrow’s awful again. Moop. (Obviously I expect it’s going to be bad.) Autumn’s actually my favorite time of year. It’s the best time to…