This is not turning out to be a “finish the book in one last big push” day. This is a “I got 450 words written and dammit, that’s better than nothing at all” day. :) I’ll try to finish out my 1100 words later this evening, but man, SOOO SLEEPY today. Last night there was gaming. We had a ridiculously good time, although we didn’t *get* very far at all. We have, at the moment, four players: me, Shaun, Coby and Christopher. I’m playing Perry, a 5’2″ female paladin of…
not done yet!
It’s been a surprisingly busy day here at the Murphy-Lee-Sandness household. Ted staggered out of bed at 7am (on a *Saturday*) to finish making danishes for all of us to have for breakfast. And they were veeeeeeerrrrrrry good. Yum. *tuds of the yumminess* I staggered out of bed a while later to shower and write. Finished ch. 33 in a satisfactory manner, stopped, had danishes (did I mention the *yum tud*?) and sat back down to write some more. At 10, I stopped writing and went with Ted to deliver…
chipper!
Chipper! Which, at this hour, can only mean one thing: I got up and wrote this morning. I did not, sadly, get up at 6am and write 2000 words as my fond dreams would have me doing, but I did get up and write 750 words and put myself at v. slightly over 70K for the year. *ha cha cha cha cha cha!* There is no other news yet this morning. Except we’re now out of cat food and we really must get some today so the cat doesn’t starve…
not…writing…more!
Not…writing…more! Ted and I, let’s see. Ted very, very sweetly went to a movie with me instead of going over to Harry’s Grillpub or whatever it is and having a beer with some former coworkers, which I appreciated a lot. Getting out of the house was good. We went and saw Win A Date With Tad Hamilton! which was as cute as Sarah said it was. We liked it. :) We came home, Ted made a *really* good steak dinner, and I sat down and slammed out another 950 words…
wear your heart on your sleeve
Okay, I got this from here, and I just thought it was a wonderful idea. Today a coworker of mine had a thought to send flowers to a random couple waiting in line at SF city hall. He called a florist and they agreed to do it. He told them to deliver to any couple — it didn’t matter who — standing in line to get married, with his blessing. The card will read simply “With love, from Minneapolis, Minnesota.” (or where ever you are from). Call your local florist,…