Thud: Story, Your Introvert's Check-In
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leahbobetJuly 23, 2008 Progress Notes:
"The Shower Angel Story"
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 1500.
Reason for stopping: I need to figure out how the hell to get the angel out of the shower.
Munchies: ...and to get dinner.
Darling du Jour: Thou saith unto the angel: I am in the shower.
The angel saith: I care not.
Thou saith: I am naked.
The angel saith: Nakedness is nothing before a servant of the LORD.
Well it is something to man, thou replieth, and place thy loofah before thy shame. This is not Eden, it is Compton, and thou hast not been innocent for several years now.
Mean Things: Angel in the shower. And he's kinda sleazy.
Research Roundup: Compton, what e.g. stands for, nephilim, name of the NKVD (which I now know is the NKVD), summoning angels, hierarchy of angels.
Books in progress: M.T. Anderson, Feed.
The glamour: Some gardening, some kitchen-cleaning. Rearranging the desk to accomodate the flatscreen monitor that Mary Sue has. Job applications.
The world really does not need a story written in second person present in the style of the King James Bible.
I will do this anyway. Why? Because I write Unsaleable Monstrosities With Pretty Illustrations!
(General update: mood much improved with sleep and eating proper food, versus the stuff they give you on trains. Floor still buckled and air conditioner still making scary grinding noise when turned on, even though I put in the work order yesterday morning. Tomorrow I go down to yell at them. Apartment in better order. New planter with beans and peas and cucumber has exploded with plants. And I have three cucumber flowers.
Still kinda introverting post-con.
That is the news.)
"The Shower Angel Story"
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 1500.
Reason for stopping: I need to figure out how the hell to get the angel out of the shower.
Munchies: ...and to get dinner.
Darling du Jour: Thou saith unto the angel: I am in the shower.
The angel saith: I care not.
Thou saith: I am naked.
The angel saith: Nakedness is nothing before a servant of the LORD.
Well it is something to man, thou replieth, and place thy loofah before thy shame. This is not Eden, it is Compton, and thou hast not been innocent for several years now.
Mean Things: Angel in the shower. And he's kinda sleazy.
Research Roundup: Compton, what e.g. stands for, nephilim, name of the NKVD (which I now know is the NKVD), summoning angels, hierarchy of angels.
Books in progress: M.T. Anderson, Feed.
The glamour: Some gardening, some kitchen-cleaning. Rearranging the desk to accomodate the flatscreen monitor that Mary Sue has. Job applications.
The world really does not need a story written in second person present in the style of the King James Bible.
I will do this anyway. Why? Because I write Unsaleable Monstrosities With Pretty Illustrations!
(General update: mood much improved with sleep and eating proper food, versus the stuff they give you on trains. Floor still buckled and air conditioner still making scary grinding noise when turned on, even though I put in the work order yesterday morning. Tomorrow I go down to yell at them. Apartment in better order. New planter with beans and peas and cucumber has exploded with plants. And I have three cucumber flowers.
Still kinda introverting post-con.
That is the news.)
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Date: 2008-07-24 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-24 04:07 am (UTC)Also, we both want to read the story.
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Date: 2008-07-24 05:23 pm (UTC)Let us see if it sprouts a resolution before it gets to leave the house.
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Date: 2008-07-24 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-24 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-25 05:12 am (UTC)Like "Choose your own Apocalypse!"
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Date: 2008-07-25 05:14 am (UTC)It's called "Know Your Apocalypses!"
It needs a plot. :p