1600 words tonight, putting me a mere hundred and ten words away from 24K. I do not wish to write any more tonight, but man, noticing that I was that close to 24K makes me twitch. :) We went to see Sweet Home Alabama this evening. It was pretty cute. Not good, but pretty cute. ‘course, I’d have chosen the other guy, my own self, but I always did have a soft spot for Patrick Dempsey. Even if I’m not sure I can spell his name correctly.
but wait!
But wait! I have a plot! Well. I have an inkling of a plot. It will turn into a real plot. In January. O.O
more of sarah’s fault!
More of Sarah’s fault! Well, okay, not really, not entirely, because I’m on the same mailing lists she’s on and it’s been announced all around, but: Harlequin is starting a new line of fantasy novels, full-length books (100-150K), with romantic subplots (which most novels have anyway), which they’re going to start publishing in 2004 as trade paperbacks, one title a month while they see how it goes, and maybe more titles a month after that. They’re taking open submissions. I don’t HAVE a 100-150K fantasy novel! (Actually, I do, but…
writings
A chapter and a fraction of US edited today, and 1250 words written on Angles. My wrists hurt. Hnf.
hnf.
So in a fit of pissiness I ordered a swimsuit off speedo.com, since, yes, apparently NO ONE COULD EVER WANT TO BUY A SWIMSUIT OFF-SEASON, wtf is that all about, anyway, so now I guess I get to wait and see if it fits. Hnf. In other news, I completely forgot I was going to get up and go to the gym this morning, and consequently didn’t. And Lucy is about to fall off the computer monitor. *pushes her back* There, now she’s not anymore. Sherilyn is worried that my…