FINALLY. I’ve gotten some writing done. I did, well, ok, 200 words, on TB this morning, before needing to do research, so I’ll probably throw most of them out, but hey, at least I did them, and I got another 1200 words written on TQB. They are very, very *bad* words and are going to need serious editing (like, I’m thinkin’ that there’s at least one page of telling that needs to be turned into about 3 pages of showing, and … I think that’s true in at least two…
*more* jam
I now have 6 jars of blueberry jam and a burn on my arm. Ow ow ow.
amused, even smug
Amused and even smug, because the Magician is the card I chose for myself when I got a tarot deck a while ago. I AmWhich tarot card are you?
rivendell!
Heather’s access to her LJ has become wonky, so I’m keeping track of her Rivendell miles here again for a while. Perhaps this will spur me to get some of my own damned Rivendell miles in–although today’s bad (guests tonight), and tomorrow’s not looking good either (Dean Meetup). But darnit, she’s caught up and passed me! Heather’s miles to Rivendell: 350
good & bad
Good news: I got up at about 5:15 to write. Bad news: I got my new ch. 8 started and realized I just plain didn’t have enough idea of where Jo was working out of to write what I now need to write. So I turned off the laptop and came upstairs and started poking around the SPD website. Now I know that Jo works in the North Precinct, which is also where she lives (I knew where she lived before, I just didn’t know it was in the North…