Mar. 6th, 2010

leahbobet: (gardening)
I am officially On Vacation this morning. Well, I was last night too, but I passed out on top of a Bujold novel, face in the pillow, at 7:00 and didn't wake up until about an hour ago, so I think we'll consider that an interregnum of sorts.

Thing is, I am On Vacation because I'm going to Arizona to writer's retreat whoop it up plot and cackle visit with [livejournal.com profile] coffeeem, [livejournal.com profile] willshetterly, [livejournal.com profile] truepenny, [livejournal.com profile] stillsostrange, and [livejournal.com profile] matociquala for a bit, culminating in the Tucson Festival of Books. This will be the longest I've been away from home at one time since...2006 or so.

I have some things to do this weekend to be ready to go.

Collect these plot coupons to qualify for one free vacation! )

Okay, I think first thing I'll actually fix myself some lunch, but after that? Start your engines.
March 6, 2010 Progress Notes:

"When Your Number Isn't Up"

Words today: 500.
Words total: 4200.
Reason for stopping: It's a good stopping point, and I am really too distracted by moving my music to the laptop to keep on.

Darling du Jour: Breath burst out his mouth like a blown lightbulb and his heart ratcheted faster, faster still, worked against his chest like a beating. Her fingertips were like poppies against her chest, speckled bright under the punishing light. There were hands on her chest, her wrist; hands on his chest and wrists. He couldn't breathe.

Mean Things: Inopportune panic attacks at crime scenes.
Research Roundup: When they got marmalade in the US.

Books in progress: Lois McMaster Bujold, The Sharing Knife: Horizon.
The glamour: Chewing the to do list down to a stump. So, dishwashing, laundry, a quick hop out for travel-sized shampoo and a cute Goth top, Ideo slushing, and the making of a very nice potato and bean and sprout and mandarin orange salad. And moving files onto the laptop.


I didn't actually mean to write tonight, but hey, there was a race on in the chatroom, and it got hard to resist.

Finally finished the first and second scene of this tonight (there are words scattered through about seven scenes and five sections in this file), about four months after first laying down verbiage on it. Yes, erosion is a slow, steady process, and so am I. But it gets there, eventually.

Back to cleaning and packing and arrrrgh--

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