I’m reading this book that Emily lent me, THE GUN SELLER. It’s by actor Hugh Laurie. I’m about four chapters in. Thus far it’s rather like what I imagine Douglas Adams would have written, if he wrote murder mysteries instead of science fiction. Huh. miles to Rauros Falls: 314.5
whoops
I gritted my way through the end of a chapter this afternoon, and it didn’t really turn out like I expected it to (I like how it turned out better than how I’d envisioned it) and now suddenly I think I have one chapter left. Maybe two. The story is ending in the same place I thought it was going to, with all the cards where I wanted them to be, but the details are turning out differently. So whoops, here I am, almost done. Thank God. I got very…
coh
Today was the sort of writing day where, after spending three and a half hours at the computer, I triumphantly achieved 14th level with The Blue Bandolier, my Freedom server blaster on CoH. *pause* What? I was at the wrong computer? Why does no one TELL me these things?! Back to work tomorrow, though, since the Weekend As Defined At The Murphy-Lee-Sandness Household is over. Emily has returned to Anchorage, and we celebrated by feeding her dinner and then going to Hot Licks, where I ate a very large, very…
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mostly mileage
Tired me. Bed soon. Entry is mostly mileage. miles to Rauros Falls: 311.5 miles to Hobbiton: 239.6 ytd wordcount: 146,600 but oh! I got email from the brown-haired, pony-tailed young woman at Pandemonium in Bostom, hee hee hee! She got the book and seemed quite pleased and amused by it. That was totally worth it. :) Turns out she’s a manager there and she said if I was ever in Boston to let her know ahead of time so we could schedule a signing. And she said she’d been selling…