Thud! 1700 words written on TB today. I’ve finished rewriting chapter 14, which is partly old material and partly new, and know where I’m going in ch. 15, which is going to be *entirely* new. 16 might be entirely new, too, which means the current 15 and 16 will probably end up partly in 17 and 18 and partly be tossed out on their ears. I should be at 50K when I’m done with the ch. 16 rewrites, and that ought to be pretty close to halfway through the book.…
crunch
Got crunched again. Doing better now; the baseball-sized lump of ow in my back seems to have reduced to more of a golfball-sized lump, and I can move more easily now. I’ve got another appointment on Tuesday, just to be sure things are getting better, but I /feel/ better than I have this year. o.O
*whinge*
Ok, I feel like whinging, so this gets to go behind a locked lj entry instead of on my regular blog where it’s vaguely possible a coworker might read it. <whiiiiiiiiiine> If I were going to be all dramatic, I’d say I hated my job. It’s not true, though. I don’t hate my job. I just don’t care very much about it anymore, and that’s not exactly a brilliant attitude to take. Particularly since I’m supposed to be Going Out And Improving Myself For The Sake Of The Job —…
several thoughts
Several times this morning and last night I thought of something I wanted to post about. However, whatever it was can’t be brought to mind, so I’m not going to post about it. Take *that*. Let’s see. Sunday, Ted and I drove down to Longview to visit his aunt and grandmother and parents, who happened to be there as well, so that was a very nice day. They had a rocking chair which did wonders for my back. I want one! Monday was mostly pretty low-key. Oh, we went to…
hat!
*giggle* I went out to do errands tonight wearing the hat Angie made for me. At the comic shop, Christopher said, “Now *that* hat is hardcore!”, and a total (male) stranger at Barnes & Noble said, “I *love* your hat!” Hee hee hee!