leahbobet | Thud, the Convention Deathmatch

December 26, 2007 Progress Notes:

"Une Annee Sans Neige"

Words today: 550.
Words total: 2100.
Reason for stopping: I suspect I am doing this wrong. There are something like five stories tangled up in here, in bits, and I need to pick one and go with it.
Tea: Stash blueberry.
Munchies: Pork buns with the final iteration of the pork bun sauce: apple cider vinegar, soy sauce, and sweet red chili sauce in equal portions.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: N/A, stat again.

Darling du Jour: "You guys used to fuck," he said, offhand – not that offhand. He sat way back from her on his spindly chair.
"Yeah," she muttered and leaned into the ice.
"S'okay," he said. "Every girl who ever shows up here and Brant used to fuck."

Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A.
Research Roundup: N/A.

Mean Things: Well, as above. And I think Crow. I have to decide if Crow gets to play in this cosmology or if it's just someone who enjoys being taken for Crow.
Books in progress: Justina Robson, Selling Out
The glamour: Everything I poked today wanted to be a novel. Sellouts, every one of you.

Spent a portion of today costing out conventions, because at the ripe old age of 25, I've finally figured out that it's better to budget how much you might spend and plan accordingly first, instead of reeling from "ooh, I could afford that!" to "oh look, ramen for lunch". So I had the idea I'd go to Wiscon, Readercon, and WFC this year.

That ain't happening, sorry.

So...where d'you want to see me?

[Poll #1111766]

Please only vote for two. I can't afford three -- or maybe I could, but it would be financially sort of like walking down the highway meridian at rush hour -- and if you vote for three, I will take that as your willingness to pay my way to the third. :p

Now, book and bed.