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Mar. 13th, 2013 08:36 am( Gaeilge )
Contemplating relocating the boy to the body farm for laundry offenses. Two of my alpaca scarves are now ruined. The ones I actually made. This is not the morning I wanted to have.
Positive things. I swear there's something positive about the morning somewhere. I have pretty red nails, that's nice, right? I do have cadbury eggs, I suppose there's that. We have a blog post for Murderboarding for tonight just waiting for me to get caps in on them. (I'd do it this morning but that's a good half hour job and I still had getting ready to do.) And I have at least one blog post for the personal blog that can probably go up today.
And today's statement of intent: well, Twisted Thread which still really needs another title is DONE DONE DONE. And Thursday and Friday will be devoted to filling in the gaps that need extra scenes, so today I intend to get some more translation done, finish fixing the outline for Different which also needs another title, and drafting at least one story for Fireside and the backup story for LSQ. Because let's face it, a story where the bad guy wins is not necessarily the best story ever to submit to a mag. At least, not a magazine that isn't focused on The World Is A Dark Pit of Dark Darkness. Ahem. Translation, outline fixing, drafting two stories. That's not so much when you look at it, is it? And then Japanese and PoI tonight are all I really need to get done. Damn. When did my writing workload become so manageable?
ETA: Well, if I'd remembered on time that I was being picked up by Elf Lord the Permanently Late, I would have started the caps. Oh well. Secondly, the body image weasels can fuck right off, my thighs are coming along fine, they are not thunderous. I am wearing rock star red (Zoya Elisa, that is) nail polish, my leather cuff, and my not-finery boots, and I will step on weasel heads. I am in no mood to take this shit. There was a third thing but I forgot it in the process of punching weasels in the face.
Contemplating relocating the boy to the body farm for laundry offenses. Two of my alpaca scarves are now ruined. The ones I actually made. This is not the morning I wanted to have.
Positive things. I swear there's something positive about the morning somewhere. I have pretty red nails, that's nice, right? I do have cadbury eggs, I suppose there's that. We have a blog post for Murderboarding for tonight just waiting for me to get caps in on them. (I'd do it this morning but that's a good half hour job and I still had getting ready to do.) And I have at least one blog post for the personal blog that can probably go up today.
And today's statement of intent: well, Twisted Thread which still really needs another title is DONE DONE DONE. And Thursday and Friday will be devoted to filling in the gaps that need extra scenes, so today I intend to get some more translation done, finish fixing the outline for Different which also needs another title, and drafting at least one story for Fireside and the backup story for LSQ. Because let's face it, a story where the bad guy wins is not necessarily the best story ever to submit to a mag. At least, not a magazine that isn't focused on The World Is A Dark Pit of Dark Darkness. Ahem. Translation, outline fixing, drafting two stories. That's not so much when you look at it, is it? And then Japanese and PoI tonight are all I really need to get done. Damn. When did my writing workload become so manageable?
ETA: Well, if I'd remembered on time that I was being picked up by Elf Lord the Permanently Late, I would have started the caps. Oh well. Secondly, the body image weasels can fuck right off, my thighs are coming along fine, they are not thunderous. I am wearing rock star red (Zoya Elisa, that is) nail polish, my leather cuff, and my not-finery boots, and I will step on weasel heads. I am in no mood to take this shit. There was a third thing but I forgot it in the process of punching weasels in the face.