Poor Chantico is sick. I got up this morning to find spots of vomit and poop all over the house, which we diligently cleaned up, and we’ve just gone back for round two. Chanti puked twice, Ted almost puked once. Poor everyone. This is not especially making me want to write…
my brain is trying to outsmart me.
This is not fair. If I get to 3750 words, ok, that seems ok to stop at, ’cause that’s a chapter and it’s 15 pages and all that. But if the chapter doesn’t finish up until 3826 words, then I’m only 1200 words away from 5K! And it seems like heck, I shouldn’t stop when I’m only 1200 words away from 5K! My brain is trying to outsmart me. -.- 6pm, eta: My brain has won. 5200 words. I bow before the power of my brain. ytd wordcount: 33,300 miles…
ted, hero of the revolution
Ted brought me home a little lamp for my office, so my ability to write is no longer dependent on the quality and quantity of light outside (I don’t much like overhead lights in rooms when it’s dark outside. Does funky things to my eyes.) So, despite getting a late start, I have gotten my chapter written for the day. Ted is a hero of the revolution. Yay Ted! :) ytd wordcount: 28,100
writerly quirks
The best thing about being married to somebody who lives with a writer–well, actually, no, not the best thing, but a useful thing–is that being married to someone who lives with a writer means the someone can tell you your bizarre habits and patterns that you’re completely unaware of. For example, I have a 6-8 week interest period for any given project. Ted pointed this out to me a couple years ago, give or take. I had no idea, although as soon as he said it I went, “Huh, he’s…
last post on this topic for a while, promise :)
I suspect you, my loyal readers, are no actual help at all, or at least, not in the practicality of finances department. I have decided against the Bergen boots, even though they are very sexy, because I less need very sexy boots than ones I can walk in. Consequently, I somehow ended up buying a pair of the brown leather Cavalios, which are also riding style boots and which cost more than either the Ravennas (which they don’t have in my size) or the Bergens. *squints at you all* This…