You'd never love me if you weren't so persistent.

[leahbobet]

January 16, 2012 Progress Notes:

On Roadstead Farm

Words today: 300.
Words total: 12,450.
Reason for stopping: Just a little exploratory drop in, so I was doing something, and then it started to jam up again.

Darling du Jour: He pulled a face, fieldmouse-quick; the ghostly taste of some ghostly bad breakfast back and rattling its chains.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: phantom.
Mean Things: Some living with the consequences is going to happen later on.

Research Roundup: Freshwater shellfish of the Detroit River; whether zebra and quagga mussels are edible.
Books in progress: Patrick Ness and Siobhan Dowd, A Monster Calls.

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Ah. I get why this project hasn't been working for me for way too long. I went the wrong way.

I'll go back in and go the right way tomorrow or the day after -- tonight was all write-ahead on one (rather sweet) scene that who even knows where it goes, really. But it is a good thing to know, that you went the wrong way, and where. Maps out, people.

In other news, I have been sickish for around a week, in the sore throat, fever, and associated nastiness way, but it seems to be letting up. I did all the things this afternoon, or at least all of them that didn't require me to get dressed or go outside. Stuff came out of my inbox and to do list that's been sitting there growing mold for weeks now. Sick or not, that felt entirely good, the way things do when inertia is on your side for once. The fundamental sense of order is being restored around these parts.

Speaking of which. I have a laundry to put away, and then back to my bed. Goodnight, LJ.

Comments

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :) Still home sick, but the trend is upward.