It's the Best Game You Can Name

[leahbobet]

October 28, 2007 Progress Notes:

"Une Annee Sans Neige"

Words today: 1550.
Words total: 1550.
Reason for stopping: Good shit, it is 3am.
Tea: None.
Munchies: Salad with grilled chicken.
Exercise: N/A. Yesterday was for leaving the house, not today,
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Night clunked piecemeal into the rooftop lab, chasing her to the stairwell door. She waited in the dark as the glass fogged up, the fog chilled, and ran, and stopped.
The frost set in.

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: workboot, botox
Research Roundup: U of T Botany department, rental rates for indoor ice rinks in the GTA, types of windows, hockey league designations.

Mean Things: Global warming! No hockey! Dickery!
Books in progress: Liz Williams, The Demon and The City; textbooks.
The glamour: Not feeling particularly glamorous today, even ironically.

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Apparently the cure for months of inching, frustrating brainlessness (I refuse to call it writer's block) is to write about hockey. With lots of swearing. I don't actually want to stop writing, but it's three in the morning and I need to go to bed.

Remember, kids. When in doubt? Hockey.

Comments

[timprov.livejournal.com]

But of course.

Now if the hockey stories would just listen when I tell them that I'm not a fiction writer anymore damnit....

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Stories? Listen? No no no. It is the person who must listen to the stories. They tell me so all the time. :P

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

But of course!

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

It is tangentially a Toronto Book story too. One of the hockey players is the roommate of Sid the organizer of the Theatre Curse.

They told me this and I went "uh-huh, sure," and writed it down.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Is what you do. You am writing it down and nodding your head like good writer.