Normally I would post these on kitsnaps (see, you should be watching it, or at least the feed), but it’ll be days before they go live there and the sunset tonight was so gorgeous I thought everybody should get a chance to see it minutes after it ended. The sunsets are hands down my favorite thing about the house we’re currently living in.
The Dude abides.
I have written 23,200 words this week. I am going to go watch The Big Lebowski, eat ice cream, and occasionally blow spit bubbles. ytd wordcount: 146,300 miles to Minas Tirith: 202
indulge me.
I should be writing, but I’m going to indulge myself with a brief blog post, first. At least, I hope it’ll be brief. I have a variety of cool things in my office, but probably the crowning glory is the shelf of books I’ve written. I get great satisfaction from just sitting here looking at them all in a tidy row. But there’s also a significant part of me which puts each new book up on the shelf as it arrives and thinks check!…okay, where’s the next one? This is…
fsssshhhht
Only (only) 3700 today. The book’s at around 65K, plus another 1400 I wrote the other day and haven’t worked in yet. Might hit 70K tomorrow. Probably will, actually, since I should be able to work this bit in tomorrow, and think I can manage an additional 3K. Have managed as many words so far this week as I wrote last week in total (a little over 19K), which once upon a time I would’ve considered a reasonably successful week and which I am now agog over. I like that…
blblglaaaaggh.
I think I can write today, but man, my little brain is feeling pretty spongy right now. I have to convince myself to go do my Pilates. I’d been planning to swim today, but I’m more than half afraid that if I do I’ll lose the afternoon’s writing to unconsciousness, despite the word wars. I don’t know. We’ll see. God on a stick, though. I’m just…blblbaaaaggh. *stares around mindlessly* Today is International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Wretch Day, and I’d had a very vague hope of writing something new for it, but…