Thud: The Story We're Not Looking For
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leahbobetFebruary 20, 2008 Progress Notes:
"The Right People"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 500.
Reason for stopping: Petered out. This is hard on the prose level like the lesbian hedgewitches story was hard. And it's 4:30 and I've barely started any of the things I was supposed to do today.
Liquid Refreshment: Royal plum tea, acquired at the cheese store yesterday. It has little silky teabags.
Munchies: Pasta.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Small pile of poetry rejections in the last week.
Darling du Jour: The Right People walk the walk. You can see it in the long click-switch of their shoes on concrete down the middle of the sidewalk on a hot summer night. They don't walk regular, one-two-one-two; there's hitches in their walk. They switch up the rhythm just when you got it made; expert deejays of the street. They grin shag-teeth grins into their tiny phones with their elbows spread wide and point-jointed.
And you dance. Oh, you dance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: handburned, boyo, gonna. I should just put 'gonna' in the dictionary there one of these days.
Mean Things: I can't get the shape of this in my two hands yet, but aside from fire, I'm sure there's plenty mean doing.
Research Roundup: Queen Street arsons.
Books in progress: Paul Melko, Singularity's Ring; textbooks.
The glamour: Doing lots of fidgety little things. Any work but the work we're supposed to be doing. But hell or high water, after this, I will start a paper on the structure of the Oresteia or else.
This is not the story I am looking for. But it's the story that's here.
It appears to be narrated by Tom Waits, circa 1977.
Also, I wrote a bio for a publication credit just now that comes out after I've graduated (aka, fallen off the side of the world into the great abyss of the unknown). I have started these things with "Leah Bobet lives in Toronto, where she studies linguistics and works in Canada's oldest science fiction bookstore..." for so long that it has taken me three days to formulate something different without getting the shakes ("Leah Bobet is not always good with life change."). By July, neither of those things may be true ("Leah Bobet does not know where she's going to be when this story comes out. She is somewhat daunted by this.").
Leah Bobet is going to write her paper now so she can graduate in June and make said abyss of uncertainty available for a July release date.
"The Right People"
Words today: 500.
Words total: 500.
Reason for stopping: Petered out. This is hard on the prose level like the lesbian hedgewitches story was hard. And it's 4:30 and I've barely started any of the things I was supposed to do today.
Liquid Refreshment: Royal plum tea, acquired at the cheese store yesterday. It has little silky teabags.
Munchies: Pasta.
Exercise: N/A.
Mail: Small pile of poetry rejections in the last week.
Darling du Jour: The Right People walk the walk. You can see it in the long click-switch of their shoes on concrete down the middle of the sidewalk on a hot summer night. They don't walk regular, one-two-one-two; there's hitches in their walk. They switch up the rhythm just when you got it made; expert deejays of the street. They grin shag-teeth grins into their tiny phones with their elbows spread wide and point-jointed.
And you dance. Oh, you dance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: handburned, boyo, gonna. I should just put 'gonna' in the dictionary there one of these days.
Mean Things: I can't get the shape of this in my two hands yet, but aside from fire, I'm sure there's plenty mean doing.
Research Roundup: Queen Street arsons.
Books in progress: Paul Melko, Singularity's Ring; textbooks.
The glamour: Doing lots of fidgety little things. Any work but the work we're supposed to be doing. But hell or high water, after this, I will start a paper on the structure of the Oresteia or else.
This is not the story I am looking for. But it's the story that's here.
It appears to be narrated by Tom Waits, circa 1977.
Also, I wrote a bio for a publication credit just now that comes out after I've graduated (aka, fallen off the side of the world into the great abyss of the unknown). I have started these things with "Leah Bobet lives in Toronto, where she studies linguistics and works in Canada's oldest science fiction bookstore..." for so long that it has taken me three days to formulate something different without getting the shakes ("Leah Bobet is not always good with life change."). By July, neither of those things may be true ("Leah Bobet does not know where she's going to be when this story comes out. She is somewhat daunted by this.").
Leah Bobet is going to write her paper now so she can graduate in June and make said abyss of uncertainty available for a July release date.
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Date: 2008-02-20 11:12 pm (UTC)How about "Leah Bobet has lived in Toronto, where she studied linguistics and worked in Canada's oldest science fiction bookstore. Currently, she is missing. If you see her, please give her some tea and cheese." ?
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Date: 2008-02-20 11:26 pm (UTC)I went with: "Leah Bobet lives in Toronto, where she works in
Canada's oldest science fiction bookstore and has just completed a degree in linguistics.". I figure I'll still be there come July, seeing as I plan to take July off and job-hunt end of the month or early August. And even so, they wouldn't disown me after all this time.
("Leah Bobet is living on the edge of the world. But she has a really good cheese with her.")
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Date: 2008-02-21 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-21 04:28 am (UTC)"Leah Bobet does not see through space and time. :("
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Date: 2008-02-21 01:20 pm (UTC)