2500 yards swum, and um. Oh yes, and I did my 15 minute walk. And we’re at war, oh yay. Apparently they saw Saddam going into a bunker a while ago, and dropped 2000 pounds of artillery on it. I said to Dad, “Why didn’t they just drop a Moab?” I hadn’t realized they only had one. And they used it to bomb Florida. Okay. I get that it was a test bomb. But does anybody else think that, y’know, last week, with a war coming up this week, somebody…
chipper!
Chipper! Writing makes a person chipper. I have managed 1901 words today and finished a chapter, which puts me 3 chapters into this YA novel, FOOL’S GOLD, that I’m working on. It is quite unashamedly inspired by the Elizabeth Smart case; my protagonist has just been removed from a similar situation, and the novel follows the next year of her life. I think the situation is absolutely fascinating psychologically and I’m hoping to do it justice. In other news, I rearranged my novels page so it’s all tidy and, er,…
funny ted!
Last night we went to Tony Roma’s for dinner, and there was a magician there. It must’ve been kids’ night, or something. Anyway, the magician was wandering around and stopping at different tables and doing tricks, and Ted couldn’t stop watching him. The magician came to the table next to us (behind me, but Ted was facing them) and did several tricks, which Ted watched (with a spoon upside-down in his mouth, at one point; he looked like a little kid), and then he did a rope trick where he…
words and more words
Angles is off to Jonathan Schmidt at Starscape Books. Wish it luck! Iiiiiinnnnn other news, got yesterday’s 1100 words written and got 400 or something of today’s written. I really ought to catch up, but, well, I probably will. And if I don’t, I’m still thousands of words ahead for the year anyway, so no big. ytd wordcount: 104,000
man. lame week.
I’m just having a lame week so far, or something. I did write yesterday, but only a little less than 700 words, so I need to catch up this evening. I also /did/ manage both my 15 minute walks (the second being at the UAA gym, where I happen to know I walked a mile because there’s a sign that says ‘9 1/2 laps is 1 mile’), and then I swam a mile. I didn’t read and I didn’t do my situps or pushups and I didn’t do a drawing.…