Just briefly, a post locked to my flist to check if people want on or off filters. I don’t have very many exciting filters, but I was just looking at my weight-loss one and thought something to the effect of, “Jeez, can all those people actually *want* to be on my weight-loss filter?” so I thought I’d post and check. I’ve got two filters, the weight loss one and the Chance-comic-in-progress filter, that people may or may not be on and may or may not want to be on. Let…
weigh-in [ww lock]
Ok, I didn’t actually weigh in today, but whatever. Saturday I got back on the wagon and went off sweets. I’m doing 24 WW points a day instead of 22, and I do not know why, but the pyschological difference is fucking *profound*. I’ve been managing 1 or 2 APs a day, so I’m working with a base of 25 or 26 points daily, and that plus the WPA of (divided out evenly) 5 points a day is…no strain at all. My high day of days I counted this week…
Agh.
I just looked at the TQB synopsis. Not that I’ve been ignoring it, but I just took a look at it again. I have one page of synopsis left to deal with (the last 3 pages are going to end up as part of the next book in the series. I suddenly have sympathy for authors who start out with a trilogy and discover they’ve got a quintent on their hands.). I have *no idea* how I’m going to fit this last page of synopsis into a mere 120 pages…
from neil’s website…
From Neil, 17 important things if you want to be a freelancer. #8 particularly struck home: Motivation. I often hear the comment, “I could NEVER be self-employed! You must be so disciplined!” I don’t think that I’m any more disciplined than the next person, and my answer is usually something along the lines of, “There’s nothing more motivating than bills to pay.” I think that there is a misconception that artists have to wait until there is a ‘muse’ who will inspire them towards creativity and industry. Nah. You work…
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Ted, last night, while he was standing in the living room waiting for the cab to pick him up and bring him to work, read the top page of one of the copies of the QUEEN’S BASTARD manuscript that’s lying around. (I think there are two copies currently floating around the house.) He came into the kitchen and said, in amazement, “It’s all… *descriptive*. It’s *gooey*.” I said, “*Gooey*?” and he considered that perhaps that was not the best word for him to have chosen. It was too late by…