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[kittydesade]

Когда она была маленькая, не открывая коробку был лёгкий. Она имела много вещи для занимать её, и она была довольная с её игрушками и её уроками. Но как она старела, коробка становился более интересная, и говорила её шёпотом о всё изумительнах вещах внутри.

Она воздерживалась, но каждое день она вынула коробку из её укрытия и смотрела её. И каждое день был более трудный класть она на место внова. Она не думала её репетитор замечал. Всё был всегда аккуратный. Но каждое день через она клала коробку на место она была отвлёкшая на уроке. Она хотела бы знать, что был в коробке.


Oh, right. Noon is the hour of doing my Russian. Oops.

There. That's that done. This story's coming along much quicker than the other one, although I kind of started it to be a Pandora story and I think it's going to turn into something else. Oops.

I'm saying oops a lot today.

So, in the last couple of hours I have come up with a third dime novel to add to the two I'm attempting (and failing) to work on at the moment, finally come up with a Nerd Girls outline that... may be too dark for a young adult ish novel in that that's who I'm writing about and likely who my target audience is. (Look, it's Nerd Girls, not Nerd Women, yes?), debated going back to White Lightning and finishing or just starting it over again for Nano, leaning towards going back and finishing but argh, and started edits on the last and largest part of Black Ice. My brain is running a thousand miles a minute and it will not fucking stop. I'm pretty sure it will still be like this if I ever get to a point where I can write for a living, but goddamn. My head hurts and I feel dizzy. Where's the flow chart of projects or something.

I think what I'm going to do today is try and work on two dime novels and Black Ice edits during the day, and then Person of Interest blog in the evening, except when I'm watching Miss Fisher. With any luck I can make some progress on something that way without having my head explode from all the things I want to do and all the directions I want to travel in.

Mostly right now I just want to curl up with a bowl of soup and stare at pictures of Clark Gregg. Tomato soup. Definitely.