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So, after all that speed-sewing (competent speed-sewing, I might add, with the finished result looking quite nice) I discover that we are not, in fact, going to Faire today. We are going next Sunday, perhaps. I have a week to finish my bodice.

Fuckers.

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So it's probably just as well that I'm not going to Faire. I can't seem to stop sniffling.

The boy and the pirate are talking about a movie today. I'm not sure I'm up for a movie. Today might be better spent wrestling with my bodice and then working up a writing schedule for the next two-three months. Because really? I should. I now have five novels I could work on, outlines for three of them, and nothing else done.

I am also going to get caught up on TM. Dammit.

Okay. So.

I have five novels I could write in the next three months. Four of them are going to be for Nanowrimo. I have one novel I have to edit and submit before Fluffy kills me with his brain. Seriously. He's scary like that. Two of the novels are detective novels of various kinds, which means assloads of research. The other three novels, not so much. Maybe a city map or two so I can have some idea of the locations. Actually, probably more like a city guide. Something like that.

I need to write outlines for the two I haven't written outlines for. Maybe some kind of character profiles. Notes. More detailed notes ... I need to go through chapter by chapter and look and see what chapters are going to have more technical details and what chapters I can pretty much bullshit my way through. I'm not sure what else I need to do. Might go to the NaNoWriMo boards for ideas or advice or something. Or just look through my notes and figure it out. Yes. Ugh. So sniffly.