Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
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leahbobetJanuary 28, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 29,300 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Out of steam and still have some class reading to do.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, Moroccan Mint tea.
Munchies: Chicken stroganoff, green beans, a mix of organic brown and wild rice.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: She had gowns that draped the belly and raised the bust like the finest ladies of Charybdis, patterned ocean blue and sharp bone white, the swirled red that the ancestors of the finest ladies of Charybdis had painted on their cheeks and bellies when they were warring through the pathless marshes.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Catherine: Falling off the eating people wagon hard.
Research Roundup: Green gemstones.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: There seems to be this pattern this week where I am having really jarring nightmares when my alarm goes off -- being chased by hungry jaguars who are battering down the door, small animals being torn to pieces by rats, oversleeping and missing a flight to Europe, etc. -- but if I go back to sleep, my brain gives me snuggles with the Official Partner in Crime, small black baby bunnies nibbling on flowers, and the eight gripping sequels to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?.
I'm not sure what to make of this. But I know I can't sleep in tomorrow...
Day Twenty-Three:
Writey writey writey today. I spent most of the afternoon plunking away at "Bell, Book, and Candle", eradicating the dreaded was and started to that had set down roots among all the regular prose. And deciding precisely what it's about -- or at least what it can be ostensibly about -- so I can build in something like an actual structure to send it out.
The momentum to send the thing out got nipped in the bud by the fact that I have maybe 15 pages of printer paper here and will need to get some more tomorrow. Ah well.
Also, it finally occurred to me that the pound of gooseberries that's been sitting in my freezer for a year and a half would make some good muffins.
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 1100.
Words total: 29,300 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Out of steam and still have some class reading to do.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, Moroccan Mint tea.
Munchies: Chicken stroganoff, green beans, a mix of organic brown and wild rice.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: She had gowns that draped the belly and raised the bust like the finest ladies of Charybdis, patterned ocean blue and sharp bone white, the swirled red that the ancestors of the finest ladies of Charybdis had painted on their cheeks and bellies when they were warring through the pathless marshes.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Catherine: Falling off the eating people wagon hard.
Research Roundup: Green gemstones.
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: There seems to be this pattern this week where I am having really jarring nightmares when my alarm goes off -- being chased by hungry jaguars who are battering down the door, small animals being torn to pieces by rats, oversleeping and missing a flight to Europe, etc. -- but if I go back to sleep, my brain gives me snuggles with the Official Partner in Crime, small black baby bunnies nibbling on flowers, and the eight gripping sequels to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?.
I'm not sure what to make of this. But I know I can't sleep in tomorrow...
Day Twenty-Three:
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13,750 / 67,500 (20.4%) |
Writey writey writey today. I spent most of the afternoon plunking away at "Bell, Book, and Candle", eradicating the dreaded was and started to that had set down roots among all the regular prose. And deciding precisely what it's about -- or at least what it can be ostensibly about -- so I can build in something like an actual structure to send it out.
The momentum to send the thing out got nipped in the bud by the fact that I have maybe 15 pages of printer paper here and will need to get some more tomorrow. Ah well.
Also, it finally occurred to me that the pound of gooseberries that's been sitting in my freezer for a year and a half would make some good muffins.
