Goooooooooo Sarah! Sarah has written a 7500 word short story in the last day, to submit to a Star Trek short story contest. We just spent a couple hours editing it, and she’s off to send it to the contest now! Goooooooo Sarah! I suppose I should go do some real work now. :)
phoenixfire
Phoenix in the sky. Ted and Shaun packed up and moved 31 boxes of books (and 1 box of figurines) last night. These aren’t small boxes, either. _Gawd_ we have a lot of books. Meanwhile, I sat huddled in the computer room, being utterly useless, because I can’t bend or pick up anything. Well, not utterly useless; I got 500 words written on my O’Leary’s story and Starling and hegemony and I had a good time talking about my two burly, oiled slaveboys hauling boxes of my loot on their…
hooray!
Hooray! I’ve gotten my Mrs. O’Leary’s story started! 550 words to the good, that’s me! Hooray! Hooray, and g’night!
weird dreams
Between the time Ted’s alarm stopped annoying me and the time I got up this morning, I had an extremely weird dream. It began with me and Sarah and a third person, possibly Angie, at some restaurant sort of thing in Los Angeles, where Danny Devito stopped by our table and gave us each a $20 bill, which we thought was really strange. He tried to explain, but two extremely irritating women came by and wanted to take pictures of him, and he was being jovial and polite despite clearly…
HAUS!
HAUS! We have signed the paperwork! We have received a housewarming gift from the real estate agent! (Mixing bowls. 3 of ’em. 8 quart, 4.5 quart, and 2 quart. they match our kitchen!) We have turned the goddamned heat on in the house! Tomorrow, we will start moving in! Which is to say, I’ll watch everybody do stuff and feel guilty because I’m a PATHETIC USELESS LUMP OF PAIN. We decided we’re going to build a much *smaller* fence, so the dog has *some* room to romp. It’ll still cost…