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Notes on the last week or so
Dec. 23rd, 2003 05:55 pm- I love my Leafs. Even when I think they can't possibly win a game, they do so in the last half-minute of play.
- I love the Boy's mother, for she is getting me Leafs tickets for The Pagan Holiday. Well, that's not the only reason, as she is my second mommy, but it's a good reason.
- I love my mommy. This is evidenced by the fact that I spent my Sunday in the emergency room at North York General after she fell in a funny way on the driveway (broke a bone in her foot; in a foamy cast for five weeks and seems somewhat resigned to this) and my grandmother had an attack of arthritis that was so sharp we thought it was a blood clot in her leg. This was somewhat stressful and unpleasant. Apparently the dinner we missed at my other grandmother's house (because we were at the hospital) was even more stressful and unpleasant.
- I love my Boy, for after this he took me for Chinese food and was generally comforting and pleasant. And Rol San is one of the best Chinese places in the city, even when it's not two in the morning.
- Received a wonderful box of goodies from the ever-lovely Jaime for the holidays. Thanks! You rock! :)
- If you ever have a chance to go to a restaurant's holiday party, do so. Chefs and waiters are crazy fun people, and the ones Roupen works with are probably even more crazy fun. Best time I've had since Worldcon. :)
- Sharon Shinn has, alas, not continued her streak of not doing that thing of hers with the book I'm reading. Jovah's Angel is nice enough so far, but about seventy-five pages in I figured it out. I haven't checked the ending yet, but the predictable feeling of impending disappointment has lodged in my gut. Oh, Sharon. Why do you hurt me so bad when I increase your royalty statements so nice?
- Meredith Ann Pierce, however, even when somewhat predictable, is a goddess. Not even close to her best, but lovely anyways.
- My apartment is a mess again. I believe it will always be so.
- After two months of hearing Christmas songs, one settles into a kind of numb, blank acceptance. I guess prolonged torture really can increase one's pain threshold.
- We are having (according to Boy) roast duck with cranberry jus and wild rice and mushroom stuffing for dinner tomorrow night. I approve wholeheartedly and shall contribute my one, lonely bottle of Indian Summer white wine (it's like half-icewine) for after dinner.
- Retail is not fun. Can't wait for the new semester.
That's most of everything for now. The Unchallenge is officially over, and I didn't make the wordcount goal I set, but I started the damned novel, didn't I? Good 'nuff. With that, I've cracked 100k for the year, and that puts me at least at the bottom of where I wanted to be. I have to keep reminding myself that the only reason I clocked something like 160k last year is because I effectively wrote two novels: Signs and Portents only counts as 2003 material because I finished it in January. My system is funny like that.
Also, I've been damned slow this year. Since I finished that book I've been damned slow. Maybe I'm actually thinking more about the words I put on the page, because I think I've been better too. Or at least I can hope that's what it is. Roupen still insists that I'm going to make it at this writing thing, and the way he says it makes me want to. Maybe that's part of what they mean by someone making you want to be a better person.
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- I love the Boy's mother, for she is getting me Leafs tickets for The Pagan Holiday. Well, that's not the only reason, as she is my second mommy, but it's a good reason.
- I love my mommy. This is evidenced by the fact that I spent my Sunday in the emergency room at North York General after she fell in a funny way on the driveway (broke a bone in her foot; in a foamy cast for five weeks and seems somewhat resigned to this) and my grandmother had an attack of arthritis that was so sharp we thought it was a blood clot in her leg. This was somewhat stressful and unpleasant. Apparently the dinner we missed at my other grandmother's house (because we were at the hospital) was even more stressful and unpleasant.
- I love my Boy, for after this he took me for Chinese food and was generally comforting and pleasant. And Rol San is one of the best Chinese places in the city, even when it's not two in the morning.
- Received a wonderful box of goodies from the ever-lovely Jaime for the holidays. Thanks! You rock! :)
- If you ever have a chance to go to a restaurant's holiday party, do so. Chefs and waiters are crazy fun people, and the ones Roupen works with are probably even more crazy fun. Best time I've had since Worldcon. :)
- Sharon Shinn has, alas, not continued her streak of not doing that thing of hers with the book I'm reading. Jovah's Angel is nice enough so far, but about seventy-five pages in I figured it out. I haven't checked the ending yet, but the predictable feeling of impending disappointment has lodged in my gut. Oh, Sharon. Why do you hurt me so bad when I increase your royalty statements so nice?
- Meredith Ann Pierce, however, even when somewhat predictable, is a goddess. Not even close to her best, but lovely anyways.
- My apartment is a mess again. I believe it will always be so.
- After two months of hearing Christmas songs, one settles into a kind of numb, blank acceptance. I guess prolonged torture really can increase one's pain threshold.
- We are having (according to Boy) roast duck with cranberry jus and wild rice and mushroom stuffing for dinner tomorrow night. I approve wholeheartedly and shall contribute my one, lonely bottle of Indian Summer white wine (it's like half-icewine) for after dinner.
- Retail is not fun. Can't wait for the new semester.
That's most of everything for now. The Unchallenge is officially over, and I didn't make the wordcount goal I set, but I started the damned novel, didn't I? Good 'nuff. With that, I've cracked 100k for the year, and that puts me at least at the bottom of where I wanted to be. I have to keep reminding myself that the only reason I clocked something like 160k last year is because I effectively wrote two novels: Signs and Portents only counts as 2003 material because I finished it in January. My system is funny like that.
Also, I've been damned slow this year. Since I finished that book I've been damned slow. Maybe I'm actually thinking more about the words I put on the page, because I think I've been better too. Or at least I can hope that's what it is. Roupen still insists that I'm going to make it at this writing thing, and the way he says it makes me want to. Maybe that's part of what they mean by someone making you want to be a better person.
(/ramble)
