Still staggering with relief, here. I have tripped the light fantastic all day, I am so happy about finding those beatsheets. Ted’s really astonished I’m not pissed off about it. I might’ve been if I’d struggled through redoing them all, but I found them before I wrote more than fifty words, so *whew*. Whew, whew, WHEW. Utterly bouyed by finding them, I wrote 7 pages of script today. That’s only about 2300 words, so it’s not massive amounts of writing, but 7 pages of having to sit there and figure…
AAAAAAAAH!
I FOUND THE BEATSHEETS! I’m so relieved I’m not even pissed. *Jesus*. They were in a file I’d looked at before, but I had it set to Print Layout, so I could only see one page at a time, and the only thing on the page I’d looked at was the handful of paragraphs describing the meaning of each issue title. I’d put page breaks between each page, too, so there just wasn’t anything else on the first page, and for some reason I never noticed there were more pages…
day by day
I actually walked the dog today, to her great joy. I felt like such a good human. I am trying to get back into it, so I will announce here that I’m walking the dog tomorrow, and maybe that’ll shame me into it. Ted and I trundled into Cork this afternoon so I could buy some dumbbells. I decided it was much cheaper to buy a set of dumbbells and not use them than buy a gym membership and not use it. :) I’ll put them in my office (because…
I dreamed last night…
I dreamed this morning that I was a telepath. Unfortunately, I evidently could not quite suspend my own disbelief, because throughout the dream, every time I attempted to make telepathic contact and my hands were busy doing something else (I was sculpting a golem-girl who would become the companion to the brought-to-life golem boy who was bent on destroying the world because he was lonely, or something like that), I found myself saying to other people, “Could you please text-page Allison and tell her we need her here RIGHT NOW?”…
Triumph!
I have just submitted the proposal for the fourth Strongbox Chronicle, along with a seven-page document full of title ideas for the trilogy. Tonight, in celebration, I am going to watch the rest of season one La Femme Nikita while I eat the insanely-yummy-smelling soup that Ted is currently preparing. If I had made bread today, I would have a piece of yummy homemade bread while I did this. (Maybe I’ll make biscuits or something. Or CORNBREAD. Except I have no cornmeal. *Damn*. Must remedy that.) I am taking tomorrow…