December 6th, 2007


rain & writing

ZOMG, teh rain, it rains like a rainy thing. And our house, it hath sprung a leak. (Boy did the estate agent *not* sound happy about *that* when I called. But he sent somebody to fix it, so it's all ok.)

Ok, I said I was going to do a cover art post, but I lied. I'm too brain dead. I'll work on it in bits and pieces and try to post early next week. Blee.

ytd wordcount: 250,500
miles to Minas Tirith: 365
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