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Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
January 29, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 1700.
Words total: 31,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Nice round number, and it's getting late.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, hot milk.
Munchies: Leftover stroganoff, beans, rice.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: The acceptance from Japanese Dreams! And shiny belated holiday gifties!
Darling du Jour: Zithembe did not play snubbing games, nor was his equilibrium disturbed by men who chose to sit in shadow. He leaned over and turned up the clear-paned lamp. "District Justice."
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Catherine: Yeah, just couldn't cope with a hot boy walking by, could you?
Zithembe: Making an enemy that'll probably prove worse than he thinks.
Lyss: Getting her really kickass evening ruined by the kids' starting fights.
Case: The stabbing in the heart of someone you thought a friend selling your ass out when she thinks you're not listening.
Research Roundup: Composition of concrete, whale leather.
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: I love Zithembe. I love him. He is the best boy. *g*
I squeed with character love when my mom called me and she went "oo-kay...".
Day Twenty-Four:
Oof. And after all that, plus revising two stories and a class this morning, thus endeth my day to spam LJ (tm).
*flops*
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 1700.
Words total: 31,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Nice round number, and it's getting late.
Liquid Refreshment: Water, hot milk.
Munchies: Leftover stroganoff, beans, rice.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: The acceptance from Japanese Dreams! And shiny belated holiday gifties!
Darling du Jour: Zithembe did not play snubbing games, nor was his equilibrium disturbed by men who chose to sit in shadow. He leaned over and turned up the clear-paned lamp. "District Justice."
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Catherine: Yeah, just couldn't cope with a hot boy walking by, could you?
Zithembe: Making an enemy that'll probably prove worse than he thinks.
Lyss: Getting her really kickass evening ruined by the kids' starting fights.
Case: The stabbing in the heart of someone you thought a friend selling your ass out when she thinks you're not listening.
Research Roundup: Composition of concrete, whale leather.
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: I love Zithembe. I love him. He is the best boy. *g*
I squeed with character love when my mom called me and she went "oo-kay...".
Day Twenty-Four:
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15,450 / 67,500 (22.9%) |
Oof. And after all that, plus revising two stories and a class this morning, thus endeth my day to spam LJ (tm).
*flops*