After writing nary a word yesterday (*and* not going to puppy class, because Ted had homework and was exhausted), I got up this morgle and ARGH MUST PUNCH DOWN THE BREAD! made bread and wrote 1300 words. Do you ever have this thing where you just can’t get through a chapter and so you finally grunt and end the chapter and then blow through a few hundred words and tag them onto the end of the last chapter because that’s where they really belong but there was this like huge…
zoot zoot neerow!
Okay. I was a bad Kit and didn’t write, but I was a good Kit and went to the gym, so it balances out somehow. I don’t particularly want to go to puppy class tonight but I suppose we ought to. If I write, do we have to go to puppy class? Yeah, I was afraid of that. Plblbht. I’m trying to find a balance between working out hard enough to have effect and not working out so hard I screw up my back again. I have certainly managed, today,…
an awesome day
This has been a completely awesome day. I got up around 8 and got 500 words written, which isn’t, y’know, earth-shattering, but it’s better than 0 words written, and I ought to be able to slodge my way through the rest of this chapter tomorrow morning. I think. Anyway, the point is I got some writing done, which, given how much else I did today, is quite amazing. We did our weekly shopping, only Fred Meyer didn’t have any good sports bras and my last one exploded, so I needed…
tired
Tired now. I did do some edits on TQB, though, and I think it might be pretty readable. :) And watched Dangerous Beauty, which I still like a lot. I feel like I’m updating a lot today. But now I’m going to go to bed, and… yep. Bed. G’night. :)
*contented sigh*
I haven’t been feeling all that well today (I think I ate too many things that weren’t good for me) and so I spent, well, since the last posting, reading Carol Berg’s SONG OF THE BEAST, which was really a tremendously good story, and very well written. I’m sort of sliding between reading more, watching some Highlander, or doing a little more writing (or maybe TQB editing) for the rest of the evening. Content, sleepy me.