I shoulda left the damned streak in my hair and called it good. I suppose this color will do. It’s darker. I prefer it to the last color. But the whole thing makes me really just want to cut my hair into a Louise Brooks bob and have done with it. *mutter* Stupid hair.
Ow. My feet.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” “We’re not lost. I just don’t know exactly where we are at the moment.” “Belgarath, that’s exactly what the word lost means!” My clever plan to go forth to Temple Bar, find the comic shop and movie theatre, then to go back to Grafton Street for some shopping was partially successful. For example, I found the movie theatre. I went there very much like I knew what I was doing, in fact. Mind, Dad had brought me over there a few days ago, and I’d been…
productivity
I think living in Ireland is going to prove very good for my productivity, because I’m a minimum of 5 hours and a maximum of 9 hours ahead of everybody I’m accustomed to interacting with. When I get up in the morning, everybody else is going to bed. This means there’s no one to talk to online, which reduces the urge to dink around all day enormously. To wit, I have gotten through 3 chapters of HEART OF STONE this morning. Not much in the way of genuine forward motion–maybe…
revisey goodness
Ok, the problem with revising is that, take today, for example. I have written approximately 2800 words, but only added about 500 to my wordcount. Of course, those 500 words have moved the original end of chapter two into the early part of chapter 3, so I’m not really even done with my two chapters, which means my wordcount isn’t at all accurate. And that’s the problem with revising. :) OTOH, I’m really enjoying myself right now! ytd wordcount: 216,400
Harry Potter & writing & stuff
I got some revisions done on HoS this morning, and heck fire, I might even do some more this evening. The first chapter didn’t need much, but halfway through the second chapter I have to start completely rewriting a relationship which will be more fun and deeper and more complex for the rewrites, but it does mean lotsa revising. Rewrites are hard! Let’s go shopping! Deirdre made Mom and Dad an offer they couldn’t refuse: if, she said, they would babysit for her while she and Gavin went to see…