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I think it's almost time.
Jul. 22nd, 2010 12:16 amJuly 21, 2010 Progress Notes:
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 1350.
Words total: 14,900.
Reason for stopping: Draft! And right on wordcount target.
Books in progress: Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies; Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked.
The glamour: We have a farm share! All the way until November! I picked up the first batch today on the way home from work: rainbow chard, green beans, heritage bell peppers, new potatoes, salad greens. Many leafy greens will sauteed for great justice (and dinner) tomorrow night. Probably with sesame oil and a bit of chopped garlic.
Today was not working out so well until I scored the farm share, which then led me to think things about salmon and white wine mustard sauce and brown rice, and then I suddenly had this wonderful dinner on my plate and it was sunny and lovely outside, not too hot or muggy, and I was full of nice food and had all evening to kill. So I went to Aroma and wrote until I ran out of battery, for alas, they have good coffee and croissants, but their plugs do not work. And then I came home with a few hundred words to go, changed into pajamas, and finished this draft. So in sum, I'm already living up to my use-name of Writes-In-Coffeeshops again, but the coffeeshops in this neighbourhood are much more plentiful, and definitely nicer to hang out in besides.
And here's a picture I didn't take: Walking along Bloor on the way home, laptop in my tote bag and the patios full of people, just breathing in all the chatter and the sweet green-grass summer evening smell and the bit of woodsmoke that always comes off the pizza oven at Hey Lucy and makes you feel like you're up north at overnight camp; a twentysomething guy on a bike went barrelling down the street, sitting up straight, arms out, balancing like a unicyclist, with the biggest, happiest shit-eating grin on his face in the history of ever.
I started laughing in the middle of the sidewalk and nearly walked into a bench.
Good save, day. We pulled that one out of the gutter real nice. Go team. *g*
Goodnight. :)
"The Closet Monster"
Words today: 1350.
Words total: 14,900.
Reason for stopping: Draft! And right on wordcount target.
Books in progress: Evelyn Waugh, Vile Bodies; Nick Hornby, Juliet, Naked.
The glamour: We have a farm share! All the way until November! I picked up the first batch today on the way home from work: rainbow chard, green beans, heritage bell peppers, new potatoes, salad greens. Many leafy greens will sauteed for great justice (and dinner) tomorrow night. Probably with sesame oil and a bit of chopped garlic.
Today was not working out so well until I scored the farm share, which then led me to think things about salmon and white wine mustard sauce and brown rice, and then I suddenly had this wonderful dinner on my plate and it was sunny and lovely outside, not too hot or muggy, and I was full of nice food and had all evening to kill. So I went to Aroma and wrote until I ran out of battery, for alas, they have good coffee and croissants, but their plugs do not work. And then I came home with a few hundred words to go, changed into pajamas, and finished this draft. So in sum, I'm already living up to my use-name of Writes-In-Coffeeshops again, but the coffeeshops in this neighbourhood are much more plentiful, and definitely nicer to hang out in besides.
And here's a picture I didn't take: Walking along Bloor on the way home, laptop in my tote bag and the patios full of people, just breathing in all the chatter and the sweet green-grass summer evening smell and the bit of woodsmoke that always comes off the pizza oven at Hey Lucy and makes you feel like you're up north at overnight camp; a twentysomething guy on a bike went barrelling down the street, sitting up straight, arms out, balancing like a unicyclist, with the biggest, happiest shit-eating grin on his face in the history of ever.
I started laughing in the middle of the sidewalk and nearly walked into a bench.
Good save, day. We pulled that one out of the gutter real nice. Go team. *g*
Goodnight. :)
