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Falling over and over and over and over again
September 22, 2011 Progress Notes:
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2500.
Reason for stopping: That took over four hours, which is ridiculous. And Dr. My Roommate is home, and has offered to liberate me from my bondage so we can go get food. And I'm going.
Darling du Jour: The thrum of water rustled, gathered around her planted feet.
Mean Things: Losing your last escape hatch, for real this time. That thing where she told herself that nobody would ever find out. Ha ha ha ha--*ahem*.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
It's fighting me today: everything that looked solid yesterday now feels dead and flat, although![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hawkwing_lb kindly assures me that's probably just my burnt-ass brain. It is true that I have spent a possibly unhealthy amount of my precious vacation days in a tee-shirt and pajama pants, in front of this computer, circling and picking at words.
I really need to get out of the house tonight.
In other news, Sunday's volunteer excursion was written up by one of the smaller newspapers, and I got quoted pretty reasonably, considering how spoken language and written translate between each other.
And I'm off for dinner. And perhaps an adult beverage afterwards.
Light (bad working title)
Words today: 200.
Words total: 2500.
Reason for stopping: That took over four hours, which is ridiculous. And Dr. My Roommate is home, and has offered to liberate me from my bondage so we can go get food. And I'm going.
Darling du Jour: The thrum of water rustled, gathered around her planted feet.
Mean Things: Losing your last escape hatch, for real this time. That thing where she told herself that nobody would ever find out. Ha ha ha ha--*ahem*.
Research Roundup: N/A.
Books in progress: Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science-Fictional Universe.
It's fighting me today: everything that looked solid yesterday now feels dead and flat, although
hawkwing_lb kindly assures me that's probably just my burnt-ass brain. It is true that I have spent a possibly unhealthy amount of my precious vacation days in a tee-shirt and pajama pants, in front of this computer, circling and picking at words.I really need to get out of the house tonight.
In other news, Sunday's volunteer excursion was written up by one of the smaller newspapers, and I got quoted pretty reasonably, considering how spoken language and written translate between each other.
And I'm off for dinner. And perhaps an adult beverage afterwards.