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February 15, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 300.
Words total: 16,450.
Reason for stopping: It's late. I only even started tonight, late as it was, because I was being stubborn about words today yes dammit.
Darling du Jour: I threw the door open to see Tyler Blakely framed within it, shirt loose, breathless in the nothing light.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: There was one, but I wasn't actually paying enough attention. Sorry. ;_;
Mean Things: Everyone freaked out for entirely different reasons that are simultaneously totally the wrong reasons and yet all at least half-right.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
Not my greatest day, although it involved sufficient amounts of grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Still. I'm tired and unaccountably fussy -- or maybe accountably, considering my sugar intake tonight -- and I think I really very much need to go to bed.
Goodnight, LJ.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 300.
Words total: 16,450.
Reason for stopping: It's late. I only even started tonight, late as it was, because I was being stubborn about words today yes dammit.
Darling du Jour: I threw the door open to see Tyler Blakely framed within it, shirt loose, breathless in the nothing light.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: There was one, but I wasn't actually paying enough attention. Sorry. ;_;
Mean Things: Everyone freaked out for entirely different reasons that are simultaneously totally the wrong reasons and yet all at least half-right.
Research Roundup: N/A
Books in progress: Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
Not my greatest day, although it involved sufficient amounts of grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Still. I'm tired and unaccountably fussy -- or maybe accountably, considering my sugar intake tonight -- and I think I really very much need to go to bed.
Goodnight, LJ.
