Ow. My back is really very sore this morning. Muscle sore, not bone sore. I don’t exactly know why. I expect it’s either from spending half an hour picking up dog poop yesterday afternoon, or from walking the dog and trying to haul her into line yesterday/this morning. Speaking of which, walked 2.5 miles this morning. It made me grumpy, though, because Chanti was being a dork. Not going to the SinC meeting tonight after all. Shaun’s parents want to take us all out to dinner, so, well. Dinner instead.…
things I’ve learned
Things I’ve learned today: boys are hard to draw! Got ANGLES out for the RMFW contest and MD out for the WW contest. Sent a query letter to the Donald Maass Literary Agency to see if they’d like to represent me. Worked on the above drawing ’cause I couldn’t work on the Chance drawing because my good inking pens have disappeared and I need to buy new ones. Luckily, I have this gift certificate to the art store… :) Um. Things I need to do over the next few days…
more contests
Also got ANGLES put together to send to the RMFW contest. Going to the PO later to put ’em in the mail. In the meantime, I am v. sleepy!
ready to go
MANIFEST DESTINY for the Writer’s Weekend Contest is in the… well. The envelope, anyway, if not the actual mail. I’m thinking of submitting ANGLES, too. It has not been a writeful month. Hell, it hasn’t been a writeful several months, at this point. I think FOOL’S GOLD sucks and I can’t figure out what to do about it; writing my outline … didn’t help. I have no momentum, no … *oomph* behind it. I’m not actually a real fan of putting aside projects because they’re not working, although I did…
I meant to write…
I meant to write yesterday, but clearly I didn’t get around to it. Busy day. Got up early and did shopping, then had breakfast and then spent a few hours in the kitchen making chocolate gelato (which certainly didn’t freeze in the few hours I had it in the freezer; I’ll check it again sometime today) and a custard-filled lemon cake, which turned out v. nicely indeed. Then Ted moved into the kitchen to make lasagna, and very suspiciously trusted Emeril’s statement that you didn’t *have* to pre-cook the lasagna…