January 21st, 2008


it’s monday?

It’s Monday, and I am deeply confused by that. Partly ’cause Ted took yesterday off, partly ’cause the US is on holiday today, and partly ’cause it’s hard to tell what day of the week it is anyway. I need to go write, but I’m all feeling like, hey, I’m having a weekend! Yay me! No work for me! But, well, we all know that won’t do, will it.

Yesterday was an absolutely lovely day (except for the hour spent stomping around Cork trying to find coconut). The red beans and rice turned out *insanely* well, and prompted us to decide we need to do a Cajun Cookout this summer. (Maybe for the Solstice, eh? You all are invited.) It was really nice to see Mom and Dad, and nice to hang out with Ted so much, and yeah, generally, really nice. (I’m a professional writer. Don’t try this at home.)

Also, I’m amused at the football squee on my flist. :)

Going to go…*eyes thinks list*…work now, I guess. SIIIIIIIIIIGH.

thinks to do today, specifically:
- 1000 words
- chance #6 beatsheet
- gym

ytd wordcount: 23,700
miles to Minas Tirith: 48.7

(x-posted from the essential kit)


Got some of what I said I’d do done. Did the beatsheet, which is nice, and went to the gym, which I really needed to do. I got 400 words written, which, the mathematicians amongst you may notice, is not actually the same as one thousand. But I also got stuff off to the artist for issue #6, and…

Man, I’ve still got a lot to do. *headdesk*

Oh, but on the cool up side, I got French language copies of COYOTE DREAMS today! It’s called A la porte des songes, and it’s very cool. :)

ytd wordcount: 24,100
miles to Minas Tirith: 50.2

(x-posted from the essential kit)