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And the questions pour out.
Mar. 16th, 2010 01:00 amMarch 15, 2010 Progress Notes:
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 4700.
Reason for stopping: Getting late here.
Darling du Jour: The drapes had come loose on their curtain rod again; they gaped at the middle, pouring sickly evening light over Jake's legs and onto the floor. His feet sweated like ants under a magnifying glass. He jerked them up, left quicker than right, and kicked the blankets away.
Mean Things: Inadvertent actions that are going to look really, really guilty later. Sass.
Research Roundup: Cost of breakfast in 1949. When they invented blister packs, which, it turns out, was too late for this story.
Books in progress: Janni Lee Simner, Bones of Faerie.
The glamour: A bunch today, actually: dayjobbery, slush, catching up on Ideo tasks that accumulated while I was away, answering support mail, getting groceries for this empty fridge, and making some bread, since I was out of bread. Pretty much all catching up on stuff that sat while I was away and/or getting back into the swing of things.
Visiting with the novella tonight almost by accident; I was fussing around in my music folder and hit one of the soundtrack songs, and well, there you go. This is most decidedly not (Not!) what I am supposed to be writing, though, and I will have to be better behaved tomorrow. I have two stories to finish for May 1st here.
Laptop Debt Kill, which I forgot to do for a while:
6350 / 17000 words. 37% done!
All right. Bedtime for monkeys.
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 4700.
Reason for stopping: Getting late here.
Darling du Jour: The drapes had come loose on their curtain rod again; they gaped at the middle, pouring sickly evening light over Jake's legs and onto the floor. His feet sweated like ants under a magnifying glass. He jerked them up, left quicker than right, and kicked the blankets away.
Mean Things: Inadvertent actions that are going to look really, really guilty later. Sass.
Research Roundup: Cost of breakfast in 1949. When they invented blister packs, which, it turns out, was too late for this story.
Books in progress: Janni Lee Simner, Bones of Faerie.
The glamour: A bunch today, actually: dayjobbery, slush, catching up on Ideo tasks that accumulated while I was away, answering support mail, getting groceries for this empty fridge, and making some bread, since I was out of bread. Pretty much all catching up on stuff that sat while I was away and/or getting back into the swing of things.
Visiting with the novella tonight almost by accident; I was fussing around in my music folder and hit one of the soundtrack songs, and well, there you go. This is most decidedly not (Not!) what I am supposed to be writing, though, and I will have to be better behaved tomorrow. I have two stories to finish for May 1st here.
Laptop Debt Kill, which I forgot to do for a while:
All right. Bedtime for monkeys.
