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January 9, 2010 Progress Notes:
"Stay"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 1250.
Reason for stopping: This was written on a coffeeshop work date with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunnyhero and compatriot, and the nice counter boy was kicking us out of the coffeeshop.
Darling du Jour: He had soft, sweaty, messy hair. It fell dark across a white man's flattened cheekbones and was tamped down in a line where his trucker's cap would sit.
Mean Things: Casual antisocial behaviour. It being -30 outside before the windchill.
Research Roundup: Dene traditional crafts.
Books in progress: Dashiell Hammett, The Dain Curse, The Glass Key, and Selected Stories.
The glamour: I am lazy like a lazy thing. I spent most of this afternoon watching Being Erica and knitting. Although I suppose at least there was the knitting. And okay, I did do some workshop work too.
It is cold out. It is either cold enough to work right through my brand new furry-stuff-lined leather gloves, or the gloves are in league with the cold and are just using a divide-and-conquer strategy on my fingers. Which took a little while to regain feeling, once I got back in.
January's a cruelty. January's a wolf. And I'm going to make some soup.
"Stay"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 1250.
Reason for stopping: This was written on a coffeeshop work date with
bunnyhero and compatriot, and the nice counter boy was kicking us out of the coffeeshop.Darling du Jour: He had soft, sweaty, messy hair. It fell dark across a white man's flattened cheekbones and was tamped down in a line where his trucker's cap would sit.
Mean Things: Casual antisocial behaviour. It being -30 outside before the windchill.
Research Roundup: Dene traditional crafts.
Books in progress: Dashiell Hammett, The Dain Curse, The Glass Key, and Selected Stories.
The glamour: I am lazy like a lazy thing. I spent most of this afternoon watching Being Erica and knitting. Although I suppose at least there was the knitting. And okay, I did do some workshop work too.
It is cold out. It is either cold enough to work right through my brand new furry-stuff-lined leather gloves, or the gloves are in league with the cold and are just using a divide-and-conquer strategy on my fingers. Which took a little while to regain feeling, once I got back in.
January's a cruelty. January's a wolf. And I'm going to make some soup.
