A Boy and His Manuscript

jmeadows (7:34:59 PM): *destroys bad writing*
cristalia (7:35:13 PM): *manuscripts worldwide suddenly burst into flame*
cristalia (7:35:19 PM): *author shock!*
jmeadows (7:35:23 PM): *spits coffee*
stillnotbored (7:35:32 PM): *wails of anguish*
cristalia (7:35:45 PM): *wholesale conflagration in entire bookstore departments*
stillnotbored (7:36:12 PM): *manga sales skyrocket*
cristalia (7:36:28 PM): *at least, those that aren't on fire*
jmeadows (7:36:54 PM): *has THIS MUCH chatloff*
stillnotbored (7:36:55 PM): *urban fantasy becomes extinct in a day*
cristalia (7:37:37 PM): *surviving in-print authors wander a postapocalyptic wilderness, shivving each other for tinned food and readership*
stillnotbored (7:38:07 PM): *agents become warlords, ruling small bands of followers*
matociquala (7:38:20 PM): So how is this an alternate reality?

In a book or a face you will look for your place and you point to the sky and you don't know why

October 11, 2008 Progress Notes:

Above

Pages today: 52.
Pages total: 204/264.

204 / 264 (77.3%)

Reason for stopping: Chapters seven and eight down. And two to go.

Munchies: Spicy peanut noodles and mango juice at the noodle shop, and then a bit of snacking on spoils from the market once I got home. Right now, nettle tea. Because my feets are cold.
Books in progress: Sir Walter Scott, Ivanhoe.
The glamour: A solid week of dayjobbery. And I think I ought to do some housecleaning before bed tonight, since I'll barely be home tomorrow.

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Clearly taking Coyote out to play at the noodle shop was the right thing to do today, even though the seat with the plug in the noodle shop is really not half as comfortable as the one in the Just Desserts. Must scope other food places in the area for good seats near plugs. The Trickster Laptop randomly switched off at about five, informing me I was to go home now, but I still got a good night's work done at home. :p

Dreamed this morning of absent friends: people who used to come into chat regularly, for years, and for various reasons (some of them the rise of Severe Bad Things in their lives) don't anymore. One person in particular; we were all at WFC, and being quite careful not to hug or spook the person in question, so they wouldn't leave us again.

So generally, to the Absent Friends hopefully still floating about the internet: we miss you. Hope you come back to us soon.