Thud: Short Story
Nov. 7th, 2007 02:28 amNovember 6, 2007 Progress Notes:
"The Ground Whereon She Stands"
Words today: 950.
Words total: 2000.
Reason for stopping: It's late. And this story moves ever so slowly, and I won't push.
Tea: N/A.
Munchies: Pizza, which may have been too soon. After the bathtub barfing incident of last month, it appears pizza still smells a little like barf to me. Bleh.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: There were flowers in my mattress, curling around the springs. Ivy had strangled my alarm clock sometime before eight-forty-five a.m., and all around me, opening, were roses, roses.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Research Roundup: Seasonal Vermont produce, physiology of butterflies, Vermont forestry publications, Jainism. The produce site is actually really neat, so I'm going to link it: Seasonal Produce of the American Northeast.
Mean Things: Enchantment, the inability to communicate with each other clearly, and the passive-aggressive actions that leads to. Roses.
Books in progress: Megan Whalen Turner, The King of Attolia; textbooks.
The glamour: Nothing was especially glamorous today. I sent some queries about some poems, but really that was it.
In keeping with my lack of glamour is a decided lack of content, so here is a meme:
My Personality
I would be interested to take this again when it's spring and the sunlight is rising, and see how that extroversion and neuroticism score looks then. That's one of the problems (aside from wankery) with the internet personality quiz: personalities exist in flux. This time of year, mine is tending to hibernation and solitude and a certain amount of depression. I would suspect myself of being a dryad if I wasn't so fascinated with fire: pulling in the leaves and shutting down for winter.
And with that, I'm blowing out the candles and tucking into bed. Goodnight, internet.
"The Ground Whereon She Stands"
Words today: 950.
Words total: 2000.
Reason for stopping: It's late. And this story moves ever so slowly, and I won't push.
Tea: N/A.
Munchies: Pizza, which may have been too soon. After the bathtub barfing incident of last month, it appears pizza still smells a little like barf to me. Bleh.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: There were flowers in my mattress, curling around the springs. Ivy had strangled my alarm clock sometime before eight-forty-five a.m., and all around me, opening, were roses, roses.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Research Roundup: Seasonal Vermont produce, physiology of butterflies, Vermont forestry publications, Jainism. The produce site is actually really neat, so I'm going to link it: Seasonal Produce of the American Northeast.
Mean Things: Enchantment, the inability to communicate with each other clearly, and the passive-aggressive actions that leads to. Roses.
Books in progress: Megan Whalen Turner, The King of Attolia; textbooks.
The glamour: Nothing was especially glamorous today. I sent some queries about some poems, but really that was it.
In keeping with my lack of glamour is a decided lack of content, so here is a meme:
My Personality
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You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge, however you tend to lack energy and have difficult initiating activities. People generally perceive you as distant and reserved, and you do not usually reach out to others. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. There are times when you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary, however you are mostly candid, frank and sincere. People find it moderately easy to relate to you, however you generally see others as selfish, devious, and sometimes potentially dangerous. You are well-organized and like to live according to routines and schedules. Often you will keep lists and make plans. |
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I would be interested to take this again when it's spring and the sunlight is rising, and see how that extroversion and neuroticism score looks then. That's one of the problems (aside from wankery) with the internet personality quiz: personalities exist in flux. This time of year, mine is tending to hibernation and solitude and a certain amount of depression. I would suspect myself of being a dryad if I wasn't so fascinated with fire: pulling in the leaves and shutting down for winter.
And with that, I'm blowing out the candles and tucking into bed. Goodnight, internet.