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Thud: Short Story
Jul. 1st, 2007 12:34 amJune 30, 2007 Progress Notes:
"Miles to Isengard"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 4600.
Reason for stopping: Got distracted by news and topped out. And I need to decide who snaps.
Liquid Refreshment: Warm milk with vanilla.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: Shelving.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: I don't recall what I thought about right and wrong when I was ten-eleven years old, and I sat in church every Sunday and a schoolroom where right and wrong were beat into us by Maur's old aunt from nine to three on weekdays.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: Nada.
Mean Things: Treachery! Ethical conundrums! Or at least the setup for both.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Tim Powers, Expiration Date; Elizabeth Bear, Whiskey & Water.
The glamour: Oh, I did not want to get up this morning. I set two alarms usually, one bedside and one my cellphone alarm across the bedroom on the dresser, and I managed to doze through both. Lucky for me that I'd somehow put the clock radio in my bathroom on 'alarm' instead of 'off'. And that it was set for an hour where I could have a shower, check my e-mail, and be in plenty of time to catch my bus to open the store.
It's good someone out there's looking out for me, because sometimes? I'm sure as hell not. :p
I have conceived a fear in my breast* that this is going to be a novelette. The point of the exercise was not to write fiction we cannot sell to half the markets in the land. Bad story! Go to your room! *throws rocks*
*The generalized gender-neutral breast, not like, the right or left one. Pervbags.
"Miles to Isengard"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 4600.
Reason for stopping: Got distracted by news and topped out. And I need to decide who snaps.
Liquid Refreshment: Warm milk with vanilla.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: Shelving.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: I don't recall what I thought about right and wrong when I was ten-eleven years old, and I sat in church every Sunday and a schoolroom where right and wrong were beat into us by Maur's old aunt from nine to three on weekdays.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: Nada.
Mean Things: Treachery! Ethical conundrums! Or at least the setup for both.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Tim Powers, Expiration Date; Elizabeth Bear, Whiskey & Water.
The glamour: Oh, I did not want to get up this morning. I set two alarms usually, one bedside and one my cellphone alarm across the bedroom on the dresser, and I managed to doze through both. Lucky for me that I'd somehow put the clock radio in my bathroom on 'alarm' instead of 'off'. And that it was set for an hour where I could have a shower, check my e-mail, and be in plenty of time to catch my bus to open the store.
It's good someone out there's looking out for me, because sometimes? I'm sure as hell not. :p
I have conceived a fear in my breast* that this is going to be a novelette. The point of the exercise was not to write fiction we cannot sell to half the markets in the land. Bad story! Go to your room! *throws rocks*
*The generalized gender-neutral breast, not like, the right or left one. Pervbags.
