Goodness grace-ee-ous! I actually wrote this morning! I woke up at a very sensible (okay, HOW DID THIS BECOME SENSIBLE?) 5:35 or so, lazed around in bed for twenty minutes, then rolled out, showered, and wrote. 1200 words, which is rather a lot shy of the 3K I had vague goals of hitting, but rather a lot more than I’ve written recently. I’m writing this thing in first person and I’m practically certain I’m going to need to convert it to third, but I’ll worry about that later. For the…
seepy kit
I walked *4.5* miles today. Go me! It was really nice, actually, and now it’s really dumping rain, so I’m glad I went out walking earlier. Then I read the last book in the Second Sons trilogy, and it too was very, very good, so overall I’m quite satisfied. And now, having read a lot in the last few days, I must get back to writing. Must get up in the morning to write, even if the bed is all comfy. If my wordcount is not updated with my morning…
a round of doom
Just got off the phone for a meeting for our upcoming quarterly features, trying to decide what we’d do in Q3. There were only 3 of us in the meeting, but my, how doomed it sounded. People are just *not* optimistic about our future. Perhaps it’s more gloomy being in the office, but jeez. There’s a lot of this, “Is there any point in trying to figure out what to do?” feeling going on, coupled with Eyore-like, “Might as well treat it as business as usual” commentary. There’s *one* project…
somewhat curious
There are some seventy or eighty of you who have this journal friended. I’m somewhat curious as to why the half or so of you who have it friended don’t have the friended instead, since there are never actually any updates on this journal anymore (excepting the rare thing like this), and some of you have come to my friends list since this journal went defunct. I can accept the possibility that you don’t find my daily life fascinating enough to read about it, but why friend the defunct journal,…
still no writing!
Still no writing. I stayed up entirely too late last night reading the next Fallon book, which was just as good as the first, and I hold no illusions about whether I’ll do the same thing tonight with the third. Them are some good books! However, there will be no Alias or any other tomfoolry until I’ve gotten my 1100 words for the day. There. I Have Spoken. Gymming last night was really good. I’m getting stronger, even if I haven’t miraculously lost thirty pounds. In fact, I’m getting sufficiently…