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November 17, 2006 Progress Notes:
Untitled Urban Fantasy/New Weird Thingy
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 10,800 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Got through the scene I've been stuck on, and wow, it's 2am on a work night.
Tea: None.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: 40 minutes walking.
Mail: Nomail. Which is weird, because I'm really due some.
Other Writing-Related Work: None.
Darling du Jour: "Was quick thinking," he said grudgingly, and she met his eye before thinking it through, looked down around his stomach again. A compliment out of a pissed-off Tom held the same odds as an hour-long fuck from a University squint.
Tyop du Jour: The boat titled too, and Lyss leaned back.
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: silty, puddled.
Mean Things: Case: Anxiety attack in the dark with strange people, which is very untough and unmanly.
Lyss: Actually took a compliment and liked it, which blew her cover of cool indifference.
Books in progress: Textbooks, Peter Watts, Blindsight; James Ellroy, American Tabloid.
The glamour: There were 1-pound containers of strawberries at the grocery store when I stopped in on my way back from class. I bought one, proceeded to eat every strawberry systematically once I got in, and felt better than I have all week. Clearly there's a connection here.
So, yeah, it's 2am.
I'm going to bed. *g*
Untitled Urban Fantasy/New Weird Thingy
Words today: 1000.
Words total: 10,800 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Got through the scene I've been stuck on, and wow, it's 2am on a work night.
Tea: None.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: 40 minutes walking.
Mail: Nomail. Which is weird, because I'm really due some.
Other Writing-Related Work: None.
Darling du Jour: "Was quick thinking," he said grudgingly, and she met his eye before thinking it through, looked down around his stomach again. A compliment out of a pissed-off Tom held the same odds as an hour-long fuck from a University squint.
Tyop du Jour: The boat titled too, and Lyss leaned back.
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: silty, puddled.
Mean Things: Case: Anxiety attack in the dark with strange people, which is very untough and unmanly.
Lyss: Actually took a compliment and liked it, which blew her cover of cool indifference.
Books in progress: Textbooks, Peter Watts, Blindsight; James Ellroy, American Tabloid.
The glamour: There were 1-pound containers of strawberries at the grocery store when I stopped in on my way back from class. I bought one, proceeded to eat every strawberry systematically once I got in, and felt better than I have all week. Clearly there's a connection here.
So, yeah, it's 2am.
I'm going to bed. *g*
