Speaking of my pudgy self, I couldn’t stand it anymore and rebleached my hair:
too many mirrors
The disadvantage to the hotel stay was that there were a zillion mirrors in the room (ok, 3) and I couldn’t do much of anything without having my pudgy self reflected back at me. I’m certainly feeling inspired to go to the gym now, at least. :P I have felt >< far from cutting my hair all weekend, but it's not my hair I'm unhappy with, it's my weight. Stupid brain. Got up late this morning and only got half a chapter revised, so I'll have to work on that…
I’m baaaaack!
It was an insanely productive weekend. Furthermore, at the end of the insanely productive weekend, I came home to a check from the Donald Maass Agency for more money than I have ever actually seen before at one time in my whole life, so I am *vastly* rewarded for hieing my ass off to a hotel and putting in some 20 hours of editing work over a 41 hour period of time. This was, in short, a Damned Good Idea. In longer, Ted and I went to see Laws of…
where’s catie!
Hotel reservations are made. Room cost includes the cost of a full breakfast, so that’ll be nice. :) I am both excited and nervous about this prospect! What if I futz around all weekend and don’t do anything? That’d be bad! Actually, I don’t think there’s much danger of that. I’m really looking forward to just totally focusing on the revisions for a couple of days. I’ve done a lot of work in headspace and know a lot of what I need to do. It’s just the sitting down and…
hotels and writing and work, oh my!
Yesterday was pretty much a total wash. I stretched early in the morning and crunked my neck (did I mention that already?) and ended up sort of semi-functional all day, until I finally got to the chiro and Dr. Woody popped my back and neck so much that we both thought it was funny. Ted and I ran around and did a jillionteen errands after that. Poor Ted. *laugh* He was soooo tired and sooooo grimey. :) We went to bed sensibly early last night and then Ted’s new boss…