Thud: Short Stories
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leahbobetJune 28, 2006 Progress Notes:
The Earthly Ascension of Ducky Cheung, aka Lagtime Part III, aka The Googleable Man Part II
Words today: 350.
Words total: 450.
Reason for stopping: Have a bit of the skeleton, need to think about this some. And oh god I am writing the story about Ducks losing her virginity hide me now.
Untitled PIE Cars Story
Words today: 400.
Words total: 1175.
Reason for stopping: The reason I couldn't write this before was it was going the wrong way, and I have to stop and think and dig out all that wrong way before going forward any more.
Tea: The last of the iced Russian Caravan, and then just water.
Munchies: Pasketti with homemade meat sauce. The best meat sauce, thankyou.
Exercise: Vigorous cleaning of bathrooms.
Mail: One (1) rejection.
Other Writing-Related Work: Crits for a couple people, slicing of 1000 words of suck out of the rejected story and packaging up to go to next market.
Darling du Jour: She's usually too tired to go out at the end of a day spent stretching neurons across the net. And everyone knows the kind of boys you meet online are scum.
Half of them probably think she's a 'bot, anyway.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: uplinked.
Mean Things: Simultaneous cultural programming telling you you're over the hill for not being married, that you're over the hill for still being a virgin, married or not, and that you're over the hill for not being 19 like all the other hacker kids anymore.
Books in progress: Tobias S. Buckell, Crystal Rain; Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist; Charles Stross, Accelerando
The glamour: ...apparently the bathroom is also all white.
Overslept today: had some very weird and upsetting dreams, and it was cloudy-dark outside, which always makes me oversleep. I'm a little too dependent on bright sunlight on my face to tell me when it isn't night anymore. Still, slaughtered a lot of The List, which for some reason has grown...bigger than when I started. Yes...
This is 1) awesome, 2) the first love song to a 'bot I've ever heard, and 3) so synchronous with the story I'm writing right now I even put in a throwaway reference. *g* Well, not directly. Ducks doesn't know Finnish pop.
Most of the rest of my day had to do with cursing about long hair, how it seems to sneak out of one's head, and all the places it gets to while it sticks to your sponge/broom/rubber glove/mop. If I vanish anytime soon, it is because the hair has formed a coalition of the willing and declared itself ruler of the apartment, in reprisal for the great Garbage Bag Genocide of 2006.
And I'm off to put away my leftovers, do the dishes, and commence goofing off. Night night, LJ. :)
The Earthly Ascension of Ducky Cheung, aka Lagtime Part III, aka The Googleable Man Part II
Words today: 350.
Words total: 450.
Reason for stopping: Have a bit of the skeleton, need to think about this some. And oh god I am writing the story about Ducks losing her virginity hide me now.
Untitled PIE Cars Story
Words today: 400.
Words total: 1175.
Reason for stopping: The reason I couldn't write this before was it was going the wrong way, and I have to stop and think and dig out all that wrong way before going forward any more.
Tea: The last of the iced Russian Caravan, and then just water.
Munchies: Pasketti with homemade meat sauce. The best meat sauce, thankyou.
Exercise: Vigorous cleaning of bathrooms.
Mail: One (1) rejection.
Other Writing-Related Work: Crits for a couple people, slicing of 1000 words of suck out of the rejected story and packaging up to go to next market.
Darling du Jour: She's usually too tired to go out at the end of a day spent stretching neurons across the net. And everyone knows the kind of boys you meet online are scum.
Half of them probably think she's a 'bot, anyway.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: uplinked.
Mean Things: Simultaneous cultural programming telling you you're over the hill for not being married, that you're over the hill for still being a virgin, married or not, and that you're over the hill for not being 19 like all the other hacker kids anymore.
Books in progress: Tobias S. Buckell, Crystal Rain; Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist; Charles Stross, Accelerando
The glamour: ...apparently the bathroom is also all white.
Overslept today: had some very weird and upsetting dreams, and it was cloudy-dark outside, which always makes me oversleep. I'm a little too dependent on bright sunlight on my face to tell me when it isn't night anymore. Still, slaughtered a lot of The List, which for some reason has grown...bigger than when I started. Yes...
This is 1) awesome, 2) the first love song to a 'bot I've ever heard, and 3) so synchronous with the story I'm writing right now I even put in a throwaway reference. *g* Well, not directly. Ducks doesn't know Finnish pop.
Most of the rest of my day had to do with cursing about long hair, how it seems to sneak out of one's head, and all the places it gets to while it sticks to your sponge/broom/rubber glove/mop. If I vanish anytime soon, it is because the hair has formed a coalition of the willing and declared itself ruler of the apartment, in reprisal for the great Garbage Bag Genocide of 2006.
And I'm off to put away my leftovers, do the dishes, and commence goofing off. Night night, LJ. :)
