Thud: Shower Angel Story
Jul. 30th, 2008 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leahbobetJuly 30, 2008 Progress Notes:
"The Shower Angel Story", now titled "Parable of the Shower". Har har.
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 3000.
Reason for stopping: I don't yet have the thematic tie for the denouement, and that Lord British Saving Humanity With the DNA of Gamers thing just goddamn stymied all other thought in my head that was not O.o.
Munchies: Nachos pending.
Darling du Jour: There is an angel of the LORD in my shower, thou imploreth, and he keeps saying he’s supposed to knock me up, and I’m only twenty-three, I can’t raise a kid right now--
THOU CANST USE DAYCARE, the Seraph boometh.
--and I thought you were against single-parent families, thou finishest.
DO YOU NOT TRUST IN THE POWER OF THE LORD TO BRING YOU A HUSBAND?
That’s not the point, thou repliest, shrinking down unto Missus Van Metre’s carpet. It is not thy job to tell an angel of the LORD that thou likest not the boys.
Mean Things: Angel in the shower. Imperious Patriarchy of Heaven.
Research Roundup: Map of L.A..
Books in progress: Cherie Priest, Fathom (ARC).
The glamour: A job interview that I went out an hour into the 'burbs to attend and an hour back, in the pouring rain, which lasted...five minutes. Then more job applications, and some hardcore shopping for professional clothes/makeup/stuff for tomorrow's job interview. I've figured out how Capitalism works. They won't give you a job until you spend at least $1k in the stuff you need to disguise your personality for job interviews. :p
Yeah, I'm still with the O.o
"The Shower Angel Story", now titled "Parable of the Shower". Har har.
Words today: 1500.
Words total: 3000.
Reason for stopping: I don't yet have the thematic tie for the denouement, and that Lord British Saving Humanity With the DNA of Gamers thing just goddamn stymied all other thought in my head that was not O.o.
Munchies: Nachos pending.
Darling du Jour: There is an angel of the LORD in my shower, thou imploreth, and he keeps saying he’s supposed to knock me up, and I’m only twenty-three, I can’t raise a kid right now--
THOU CANST USE DAYCARE, the Seraph boometh.
--and I thought you were against single-parent families, thou finishest.
DO YOU NOT TRUST IN THE POWER OF THE LORD TO BRING YOU A HUSBAND?
That’s not the point, thou repliest, shrinking down unto Missus Van Metre’s carpet. It is not thy job to tell an angel of the LORD that thou likest not the boys.
Mean Things: Angel in the shower. Imperious Patriarchy of Heaven.
Research Roundup: Map of L.A..
Books in progress: Cherie Priest, Fathom (ARC).
The glamour: A job interview that I went out an hour into the 'burbs to attend and an hour back, in the pouring rain, which lasted...five minutes. Then more job applications, and some hardcore shopping for professional clothes/makeup/stuff for tomorrow's job interview. I've figured out how Capitalism works. They won't give you a job until you spend at least $1k in the stuff you need to disguise your personality for job interviews. :p
Yeah, I'm still with the O.o
no subject
Date: 2008-07-31 11:50 am (UTC)Heehee!
You scared the dogs, you did.
no subject
Date: 2008-07-31 02:22 pm (UTC)