Official weigh-in: down 1 more pound, for a total of 11 pounds lost (earlier in the week it was 12, but today’s the official weigh-in day, so oh well). Been editing a paper for Ted. Now off to write, walk, and very likely write some more. I’ll be around later when the chapter is done. *vroom*
THREE miles!
I walked THREE whole miles today! Muahahahah! I only took Chanti on one of them, though. Didn’t feel like dealing with her. Got my desk clean. Finished staining my brackets. (Maybe. Have to let ’em dry and see if they look like they need another round of sanding/staining. I hope not.) Killed plenty of brain cells with the stain, sheesh. Let’s see, what else. Gonna go work on my AA’s in a few minutes here. Haven’t written today (bad Kit), but I’m not feeling particularly guilty about it, so. :)…
cool!
Matrice just sent me a Chicago Sun-Times story about the Bombshell line. V. cool! I’m not a very interesting Kit this morning. Haven’t written yet, although I will today. Thinking about doing a sort of “from start to finish” writeup of getting published this first time through–the book won’t be on the shelves for six months yet, but I’m on the very last stage before it goes away and I don’t see it again until I get the published copies, so unless something totally unexpected happens, I’m done. (!) Yep.…
nope
Nope. It’s a good bit, but it’s too soon. I shall rewrite the last sentences, and use them later. This is the determination my walk hath wrought. miles to Lothlorien: 404
hm.
Hm. The end of chapter 4 just did something I didn’t expect it to, which probably makes the story a lot more interesting (the thing was supposed to happen, just not yet, I thought), and now I have to think. But, since I have a pretty clear idea of what ought to happen in the next chapter, I think this must be the right thing to do. Writing is so weird.