Sudden! Horrible! SLEEEEEPIES! And I can’t shake them off by going for a walk because I have a meeting in 15 minutes, which isn’t *quite* long enough to do the neighborhood circuit. Well, it probably is, but not if I take the dog. :) Which reminds me: things I’ll do today that’re good for me: walk 2 miles, go to the gym, eat 1 froot. (I have to. I already ate my sugar dessert for the day, 2 cookies. If I want anything else sweet it has to be froot.)…
want want want
I really don’t want to be at work today. I want to be doing other things, mostly writing. I want to get the revisions on TB done so I can send the proposal to Matrice. I want to edit the short story I wrote for an anthology and send it to the editor. I want to get several thousand words into this new thing so that I’ve got a real feel for it. I want to finish my rewrite on HoS and send it back to Jennifer. I want *Tor*…
goodness gracious!
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…