Got no need for shelter; everything's forgotten. All is forgiven and understood.
February 26, 2012 Progress Notes:
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 600 (and then 250 more after dinner).
Words total:18,100. 18,350.
Reason for stopping: I don't actually want to stop; it's all hot and alive in my head. But I've run out of things to add tonight.
Darling du Jour: The rage doused like it'd stumbled through a rainstorm.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: coalesced.
Mean Things: A confirmation that indeed, scary shit is afoot.
Research Roundup: Fiberglass composite pilings, and their lifespan.
Books in progress: China Mieville, Embassytown.
Sleepy sleepy Sunday. I am making bread, and drinking cherry rose rooibos (which I think is courtesy of Jana, from a birthday or Christmas present), and thinking what to do with beets, since I have tons of farmshare beets and need a dinner sooner or later. The inbox is tolerably tidy again. It's being one of those good Fake Freelance Lifestyle days.
The big news around the house this week: Fake Freelance Lifestyle is soon to become Real Freelance Lifestyle. Back in October, that Ontario Arts Council works in progress grant I applied for?
Well. I got it.
I will have a month more at The Dayjob, and then my job will be to write this book through the spring and summer.
And after that? Who knows? But I have this distinct feeling that it'll be one hell of an adventure.
On Roadstead Farm
Words today: 600 (and then 250 more after dinner).
Words total:
Reason for stopping: I don't actually want to stop; it's all hot and alive in my head. But I've run out of things to add tonight.
Darling du Jour: The rage doused like it'd stumbled through a rainstorm.
Words Hallie Won't Admit to Knowing: coalesced.
Mean Things: A confirmation that indeed, scary shit is afoot.
Research Roundup: Fiberglass composite pilings, and their lifespan.
Books in progress: China Mieville, Embassytown.
Sleepy sleepy Sunday. I am making bread, and drinking cherry rose rooibos (which I think is courtesy of Jana, from a birthday or Christmas present), and thinking what to do with beets, since I have tons of farmshare beets and need a dinner sooner or later. The inbox is tolerably tidy again. It's being one of those good Fake Freelance Lifestyle days.
The big news around the house this week: Fake Freelance Lifestyle is soon to become Real Freelance Lifestyle. Back in October, that Ontario Arts Council works in progress grant I applied for?
Well. I got it.
I will have a month more at The Dayjob, and then my job will be to write this book through the spring and summer.
And after that? Who knows? But I have this distinct feeling that it'll be one hell of an adventure.
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