miles to Rivendell: 398 Just 60 miles to go. Wibbling over whether I want to do the Diabetes Tour de Cure in early June. Or, rather, I do want to do it. I’m just so bloody miserable and paranoid about my back that I’m scared to. :( I can sign up for the ride all the way up to the day *of* the ride, so I guess what I need to do is in another week or so start going on some bike rides, to see how my back behaves.…
advanced flicking
I have actually gone back to work to avoid writing. And to alleviate some guilt, since I’m feeling better. But jeez, how’s that for flicking?
gah.
Ch. 10 did not want to go quietly into that good night. I think I’ve beaten it into submission now. It’s 1300 words shorter than the amalgamated 9+10 were, but that’s good, and I’ve still gained more ground on the book overall than I’ve lost. By 20 or more pages, in fact. Which is *also* good, because it’s on the short side. Talked out a lot of plot bunnies with Sarah this morning and haven’t actually gotten anywhere near being able to work them in, but at least I know…
the case of the disappearing cereal
For some time, I suspected Shaun of snitching some of my cereal. It seemed to be going very very quickly, no more than maybe ten bowls of cereal a box. That seemed way too fast, so I figured somebody else was eating my cereal. Not, you know, that people aren’t allowed, but man, it just seemed to disappear really fast. After several weeks of being grumpy about this, I looked on the side of the cereal box to see how many servings there were supposed to be per box. Ten.…
revision letter
Following up the weight loss doles with a one-two whammy, I got my revision letter this afternoon. It’s not bad, really it isn’t. Mostly some structural stuff, some motivational stuff, some, “Explain to me why this is here,” stuff. On an intellectual level, I can see without much effort that yes, these are things that will improve the book. No problem. On the emotional level, it is only slightly less suckful than getting a rejection letter. *snort* I’m grumpy and sullen and hunchy-shouldered. My impulse is to slink off to…