Thud: Above, An Unexpected Sale, Yarrrrrrn
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January 3, 2008 Progress Notes:
Above
Words today: 750.
Words total: 16,500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My brain hurts. It took a lot just to get that.
Liquid Refreshment: Lemon blossom tea.
Munchies: Linguine with tomato sauce and roasted garlic oil.
Exercise: A whole afternoon hauling about the city.
Mail: Prezzies from
stillnotbored! I now have a truly mad amount of yarn.
Darling du Jour: Whisper's father thought there ought to be young men; there comes a time (Whisper said, and the lines came out sharp in her face even by lamplight, and her fingers rubbed each other as if they were terrible cold) when respectable young women need to be out of their father's houses for the good of all involved.
(Whisper's story again. I swear it isn't really that long. Maybe three pages.)
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Teller's terrible, terrible naivete. Passive-aggressive pissed-offed-ness.
Research Roundup: Toronto water table height. Y'know, there are insane logistical issues around having an underground society. Although that's one of the things we're pointing out by writing this.
Books in progress: Barth Anderson, The Patron Saint of Plagues.
The glamour: A day hauling around the city -- mostly shopping -- with my mother and sister, after someone pulled the fire alarm this morning at nine. The fire alarm in here sounds like an air raid siren. I am so tired I think I'm punchy. *g*
No. I know I'm punchy.
Day Three:

Oh, we didn't want to do that tonight, did we?
Unexpected sale tonight! "A Brief History of Night, Before Sleep" will be appearing in a soonish issue of Chiaroscuro. So that's the first sale of 2008, sort of. I count them by when I sent them out, so technically this one falls back a bit in the official by-year count.
ETA: Um...and wow, it's up already. In this issue. Fastest sale-to-pub ever.
Also, unexpected yarn! I got some Expected Yarn: the required material and implements to make these, and then some sparkly blue on-sale stuff because it was there and on sale while at the yarn store with the blood relatives. However,
stillnotbored's box was also full of yarn: baaaaaby alpaca, sock yarn, a pretty soft purple-pink mix. My yarn stash, previously confined to a tote bag (and my crystal fruit bowl. don't ask.) is now spilling out onto the dining room chairs and building bridges onto the table.
I put it all on my brand spanking new Ravelry profile, wherein you should friend me if you have one too, and realized I am frighteningly heavy with yarn.
I may need some new patterns. And a containment team, stat.
Above
Words today: 750.
Words total: 16,500 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: My brain hurts. It took a lot just to get that.
Liquid Refreshment: Lemon blossom tea.
Munchies: Linguine with tomato sauce and roasted garlic oil.
Exercise: A whole afternoon hauling about the city.
Mail: Prezzies from
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Darling du Jour: Whisper's father thought there ought to be young men; there comes a time (Whisper said, and the lines came out sharp in her face even by lamplight, and her fingers rubbed each other as if they were terrible cold) when respectable young women need to be out of their father's houses for the good of all involved.
(Whisper's story again. I swear it isn't really that long. Maybe three pages.)
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Teller's terrible, terrible naivete. Passive-aggressive pissed-offed-ness.
Research Roundup: Toronto water table height. Y'know, there are insane logistical issues around having an underground society. Although that's one of the things we're pointing out by writing this.
Books in progress: Barth Anderson, The Patron Saint of Plagues.
The glamour: A day hauling around the city -- mostly shopping -- with my mother and sister, after someone pulled the fire alarm this morning at nine. The fire alarm in here sounds like an air raid siren. I am so tired I think I'm punchy. *g*
No. I know I'm punchy.
Day Three:
Oh, we didn't want to do that tonight, did we?
Unexpected sale tonight! "A Brief History of Night, Before Sleep" will be appearing in a soonish issue of Chiaroscuro. So that's the first sale of 2008, sort of. I count them by when I sent them out, so technically this one falls back a bit in the official by-year count.
ETA: Um...and wow, it's up already. In this issue. Fastest sale-to-pub ever.
Also, unexpected yarn! I got some Expected Yarn: the required material and implements to make these, and then some sparkly blue on-sale stuff because it was there and on sale while at the yarn store with the blood relatives. However,
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I put it all on my brand spanking new Ravelry profile, wherein you should friend me if you have one too, and realized I am frighteningly heavy with yarn.
I may need some new patterns. And a containment team, stat.
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Date: 2008-01-04 12:54 pm (UTC)When we used to have a crystal fruit bowl on the kitchen table, we used it for the mail. Even though we eat a lot of fruit. This is why we no longer have a crystal fruit bowl on the kitchen table.
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Date: 2008-01-04 05:00 pm (UTC)And then I realized the yarn in the fruit bowl complemented nicely the dried flowers and lamp and little spider plant on the same little table. And it was cute. So I left it there. *g*
It will probably be displaced when I get more fruit.
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Date: 2008-01-04 02:25 pm (UTC)Hooray for sale!
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Date: 2008-01-05 01:01 am (UTC)And yay! for your package not being held hostage at the border for weeks and weeks.
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Date: 2008-01-05 03:04 am (UTC)Thank you so much. :)