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December 23, 2008 Progress Notes:
"Sugar"
Words today: 750.
Words total: 6100.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime. Still have to go into work tomorrow.
Books in progress: Nicole Kornher-Stace, Desideria; Robert Graves, The Long Week-end.
The glamour: Today was nothing but glamour: laundry, dishes, fiddling with the Ideomancer submission guidelines (which have changed, by the way. You heard it here third or so), did a whole ton of OWW work, wrote a crit owed due to the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
helpvera auction, did some filing, tidied some about the domicile. Oh, and I started knitting a sock. I actually wiped out my to do list for once, and am exceeding smug. This is the kind of day we thrive on here at the Casa: lots of achievable goals, achieved.
Feeling good over here; feeling on vacation, because even though I was at work yesterday and will be at work tomorrow (was out today for various reasons involving working with lots of people who celebrate Christmas who took tomorrow off and me not being one of them) I am doing the things that make me On Vacation. My usual December routine involves bolting from school first week of December like I'm getting away with something and settling in for a month of being snowed in, cooking like a madwoman, getting tons of shit done, going to parties, writing a chunk of fiction, and pondering, on quiet nights at midnight when it's flurrying again and the only light is the mound of candle on my desk and the glow of my screen, if I could do this all the time as a freelancer. I can't, of course; this only works because I do it maybe seven weeks a year and know the time will be up on a looming fixed date. And it won't even be seven weeks this time, or the whole month of December. But this has the patterns of me being On Vacation, and thus I am loose and relaxed and made of neutronium-driven Getting Shit Done and All The Time in The World.
This is clearly what it's like to be Hank up there, just he's like that all the time. :p
I am making my list for tomorrow before bed. Because after work, well, then I'm really On Vacation, and if one can't be Henry Rollins for a week or so, what good is the world?
"Sugar"
Words today: 750.
Words total: 6100.
Reason for stopping: Bedtime. Still have to go into work tomorrow.
Books in progress: Nicole Kornher-Stace, Desideria; Robert Graves, The Long Week-end.
The glamour: Today was nothing but glamour: laundry, dishes, fiddling with the Ideomancer submission guidelines (which have changed, by the way. You heard it here third or so), did a whole ton of OWW work, wrote a crit owed due to the
helpvera auction, did some filing, tidied some about the domicile. Oh, and I started knitting a sock. I actually wiped out my to do list for once, and am exceeding smug. This is the kind of day we thrive on here at the Casa: lots of achievable goals, achieved.Feeling good over here; feeling on vacation, because even though I was at work yesterday and will be at work tomorrow (was out today for various reasons involving working with lots of people who celebrate Christmas who took tomorrow off and me not being one of them) I am doing the things that make me On Vacation. My usual December routine involves bolting from school first week of December like I'm getting away with something and settling in for a month of being snowed in, cooking like a madwoman, getting tons of shit done, going to parties, writing a chunk of fiction, and pondering, on quiet nights at midnight when it's flurrying again and the only light is the mound of candle on my desk and the glow of my screen, if I could do this all the time as a freelancer. I can't, of course; this only works because I do it maybe seven weeks a year and know the time will be up on a looming fixed date. And it won't even be seven weeks this time, or the whole month of December. But this has the patterns of me being On Vacation, and thus I am loose and relaxed and made of neutronium-driven Getting Shit Done and All The Time in The World.
This is clearly what it's like to be Hank up there, just he's like that all the time. :p
I am making my list for tomorrow before bed. Because after work, well, then I'm really On Vacation, and if one can't be Henry Rollins for a week or so, what good is the world?
