I don’t think there will be any writing tonight. I have to make three pies and clean the house instead. Apparently Friday evening and Saturday will be very busy for the writing parts, because I have this bizarre obsession with actually _finishing_ the novel this month. I’ve come this far, or something. I made dentist appointments for Ted and me on Dec 19 at noon, because my teeth are getting plaque-y and scraping up my tongue. In order to alleviate this, I just went and thoroughly brushed my teeth and…
grump
For the severalth time this year, QA told me I screwed up, when in fact I have not screwed up at all, and indeed, QA has screwed up. This is becoming incredibly, incredibly frustrating to me. I’ve talked to Barb about it now, but I don’t know if the situation will improve. There are two people in QA and one of them is the one who keeps doing this; the other never does it. Very. Very. *Very*. Frustrated. :( Going to let the dog in now. Sigh.
words words words
2100ish words written tonight, and if I thought I was going to finish the book in the next 3 chapters, I’d hunch down in a sullen lump and write write write all night and get it done, but I’ll be very surprised if I do, despite 3 chapters being the theoretical number of chapters left. Anyway, off to get Emily from the airport and then, um. Dinner, I imagine, and possibly the purchase of a carpet cleaner. Boy, do we know how to have fun, or what? :)
*boggle*
*boggle* It’s 54 degrees out. The sun is shining gently. The wind is blowing strongly. The birds are flying around all twitterpated. There is no snow anywhere. This is incredibly weird. So I have this recurring action adventure dream, and last night in the middle of the dream, I thought, “Hey, if the protagonist in this was female (for some reason I’m always a guy in that dream), I could make this into a book for that new book line.” What new book line? This new book line: Silhouette Bombshell…
beeooooteful!
I yam a beeoooteeful woman! Ahem. :) Zilli has climbed into the cupboard that holds Ted’s computer box. Now the door of the cupboard is Thumping Mysteriously, and when I peek in at him, he looks at me with Real Big Eyes like O.O! And it’s all driving Chantico nuts. As she is a puppy, this is a very short drive, and it’s driving *me* nuts. (Comments from the peanut gallery on that aren’t necessary.) My wrist hurts. :P And I should find some breakfast, but I lack enthusiasm for…