Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing
Feb. 26th, 2007 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
February 26, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 750.
Words total: 33,600 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota. Take that. *spits in book's eye*
Liquid Refreshment: Cardamom coffee.
Munchies: French toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: An eight-month or so rejection from On Spec.
Darling du Jour: N/A
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: They were lying in wait for you. Oops. *g*
Research Roundup: Rope-making
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Minister Faust, From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain; James Ellroy, The Cold Six Thousand; Textbooks.
The glamour: Okay, it doesn't suck toooo bad, but now I have to runrunrun!
I'm not even keeping track of the Novel in 90 day anymore. I think I failed it. Oh well. *g*
Also, I now have to rush to get some outside clothes on and go into the snow that has been falling allll night and alll day now, because I am going to paint ceramics with my mom and sister and sister's friend* and gift my baby plants with new pots. Which means I won't see the hockey game tonight.
So yes, if you're with me, please think crap hockey fall-on-the-ass incomplete pass and penalty-taking thoughts towards the Montreal Canadiens tonight between 7pm and 10pm.
Your nation thanks you.
*This may mean I am no longer Deathly Embarrassing, or maybe just Mostly Deathly Embarrassing, which is still partially alive!
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 750.
Words total: 33,600 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota. Take that. *spits in book's eye*
Liquid Refreshment: Cardamom coffee.
Munchies: French toast.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: An eight-month or so rejection from On Spec.
Darling du Jour: N/A
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Case: They were lying in wait for you. Oops. *g*
Research Roundup: Rope-making
Books in progress: Flannery O'Connor, The Complete Stories; Minister Faust, From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain; James Ellroy, The Cold Six Thousand; Textbooks.
The glamour: Okay, it doesn't suck toooo bad, but now I have to runrunrun!
I'm not even keeping track of the Novel in 90 day anymore. I think I failed it. Oh well. *g*
Also, I now have to rush to get some outside clothes on and go into the snow that has been falling allll night and alll day now, because I am going to paint ceramics with my mom and sister and sister's friend* and gift my baby plants with new pots. Which means I won't see the hockey game tonight.
So yes, if you're with me, please think crap hockey fall-on-the-ass incomplete pass and penalty-taking thoughts towards the Montreal Canadiens tonight between 7pm and 10pm.
Your nation thanks you.
*This may mean I am no longer Deathly Embarrassing, or maybe just Mostly Deathly Embarrassing, which is still partially alive!
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Date: 2007-02-26 09:31 pm (UTC)I only report because it keeps me on task. My years in newspapers established a need for deadlines and outside pressure.
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Date: 2007-02-27 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-27 03:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-27 03:40 am (UTC)So yes, I suppose I wasn't clear there -- not really asking for reassurance, just...well, oh well, really behind there, guess I shan't do it after all. *g*
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Date: 2007-02-27 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-27 12:57 pm (UTC)Eh, sometimes the brain needs a rest. Besides, I've never written a novel that was 67k in length. ;-)