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March 19, 2010 Progress Notes:
"Stay"
Words today: 2000.
Words total: 7550.
Reason for stopping: I just wrote enough that my hands hurt. I'm throwing in the towel and watching cartoons the rest of the night, dammit.
Darling du Jour: The raven stood over it and howled, all the voice of wolves and snuffling bears and winter, and fluttered into the night laughing, its wings snapping like doors slammed shut.
Mean Things: The wendigo knows where the wendigo goes! Also, the girl you like being really upset and having nothing good to do about that. Also, bloody dismemberment. Also, Raven's inappropriate sense of humour.
Research Roundup: Dene photo reference; sodium lamps and what temperatures they're rated for; Greyhound schedules to Hay River, NWT, which I actually had to get on the phone to Greyhound about, confusing the hell out of a Greyhound dude who couldn't understand that no trip was actually happening or being booked.
Books in progress: Gemma Files, A Book of Tongues.
The glamour: Actually, a bucketload. I sent some owed auction critiques, did a bunch of OWW mail and copywriting, fussed with or finished or got further on a couple Ideo tasks, wrote a post for the new blogging gig (tell you later), renewed my lease, and basically mucked out my inboxes. And made pierogies, for I was so great with virtue. Nom, pierogies.
Kind of an up-and-down day around here. It would have been a really good one, if not for this. Which, at the moment, I really don't want to talk about, so if you have comments to leave please do it over there and not here.
I am taking the rest of the day on its own terms, and tomorrow's a different one, and we shall see and we shall see.
Laptop Debt Kill:
8350 / 17000 words. 49% done!
"Stay"
Words today: 2000.
Words total: 7550.
Reason for stopping: I just wrote enough that my hands hurt. I'm throwing in the towel and watching cartoons the rest of the night, dammit.
Darling du Jour: The raven stood over it and howled, all the voice of wolves and snuffling bears and winter, and fluttered into the night laughing, its wings snapping like doors slammed shut.
Mean Things: The wendigo knows where the wendigo goes! Also, the girl you like being really upset and having nothing good to do about that. Also, bloody dismemberment. Also, Raven's inappropriate sense of humour.
Research Roundup: Dene photo reference; sodium lamps and what temperatures they're rated for; Greyhound schedules to Hay River, NWT, which I actually had to get on the phone to Greyhound about, confusing the hell out of a Greyhound dude who couldn't understand that no trip was actually happening or being booked.
Books in progress: Gemma Files, A Book of Tongues.
The glamour: Actually, a bucketload. I sent some owed auction critiques, did a bunch of OWW mail and copywriting, fussed with or finished or got further on a couple Ideo tasks, wrote a post for the new blogging gig (tell you later), renewed my lease, and basically mucked out my inboxes. And made pierogies, for I was so great with virtue. Nom, pierogies.
Kind of an up-and-down day around here. It would have been a really good one, if not for this. Which, at the moment, I really don't want to talk about, so if you have comments to leave please do it over there and not here.
I am taking the rest of the day on its own terms, and tomorrow's a different one, and we shall see and we shall see.
Laptop Debt Kill:
