August 20th, 2007


thinks & stuff

thinks to do this afternoon and evening:

- WFC hotel
- WFC *registration*, for that matter
- ComicCon hotel
- put down a deposit for dance class
- see if I can't find a yoga and/or pilates class or two
- hie myself out of the house to go listen to trad music tonight
- organize some art projects so I don't have to think about it and can just sit down to draw of an evening
- call about the cooker *sigh*

I also want to see if I can find some kind of cat bed with a built-in warmer, or in which I can put a small electric blanket, because this house gets pretty cold at night, which is fine for me sleeping, but which the cats, understandably, do not like at all, so they want to sleep with us. A double bed is barely big enough for Ted and me, much less Ted, me, and two cats, so maybe if I can create a *nice warm cavelike* sleeping space for the cats they'll leave us alone. And no, they can't be locked out of the room, because the door doesn't latch, so they just shove it open when they want to come in.

I'm tired this morning, and not very enthusiastic about writing. OTOH, I'm already halfway done with chapter 11 due to having a good day yesterday, so I suppose I might as well go finish it, at least. (Plus I always figure if I make it through chapter 11 I'll survive the book, which amuses me a lot even if it makes no sense to anybody else. It should, though. Think about it. :))


The only two Proclaimers songs I've ever heard are "500 Miles" and "I'm On My Way". Is the rest of their music that relentlessly bouncy and mood-improving to listen to? Because if it is, I should get one of their albums.

Erm. Where *does* one stay if one goes to ComicCon? Is the convention centre itself a hotel, or, er, what?

Is anybody going to WFC? Should we do the banquet dinner? I did it last year (and met blackholly and bigbananaslug, which was cool), but I donno, we might want to make other arrangements for Saturday night's dinner... Anyway, registration has been paypaled, so that's taken care of, I'm filling out the forms not quite as we speak, and when Ted gets home I'll steal the credit card and pay for the hotel.

Meh. I was struggling with this chapter, and a couple hours ago started to suspect I'd done something wrong, and now I've figured out what was wrong and deleted most of it. Which, really, is record time; usually it takes days to figure out what's wrong. It was almost all just dead weight, though, a couple of scenes that didn't really need to happen, and frankly, if I can tell at this stage that the scene doesn't need to be there, it really, really doesn't, because I usually hate having to cut things out during the first draft. Even if this is like the third draft in some ways.

Oh hey, just got confirmation for the dance class. Oop, it starts 11 Sept, so I'll have to abandon genitiggie and husband (hers, not mine; I assume mine will be working) for an hour that evening.

I'm going to go lie like a lump now.