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Dec. 12th, 2005 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI stumbled around the house today saying 'Bagels' in the same tone that zombies use when looking for brains. This further confirms my idea that I'm actually a zombie first thing in the morning. At least when I have the luxury of waking up slow.
I should really read that stuff the M3 sent before my head explodes from trying to avoid it. Moo. When I get home from work. Something.
I got the coat of sherbert colors cut out last night. So serious, it's mint green and orange sherbert. The outside is orange sherbert, the inside is mint green. Sadly, I can't make it reversible 'cause of a certain construction of the sleeves. More of a pain than it's worth. But looking at the way the skirt is designed I might not actually need to put in a gusset or two. We'll see. I got it all cut out before the big table I use for cutting is put away so the Christmas tree can go up. So there's that.
Editing continues apace, although I haven't written much new yet. Much that isn't fanfic, at least. I'd forgotten how cool Dick Tracy is. Also, Mandy Patinkin is hot. Um. What else. I need to fill out my consolidation paperwork and I don't want to do that either. Tonight. Send it in tomorrow. I need to pick up a bigger folder so I can put the manuscript for Nightmare in it. Since I'm paper-editing that one. Oogh. I did realize that if I write as much per day in the Pen Bryton story as I wanted to, I could actually get that done in about a week. Send out the Query. Then I have to work with the synopsis, though. Not looking forward to that. Fucking synopsis. Also, my plot's stalled outhalf two thirds of the way through. I need more complications.
Sophie is either completely arrogant in its description or a poignant work of brilliance. I can't decide. I also need a title for it, and it's looking more and more like I might actually use 'The Kovalenko Contingency' which, although hysterical in both the literal and figurative sense of the word, doesn't mean anything until you're most of the way through the book. I also need a title for Nightmare Realm that doesn't sound tacky.
And, for that matter, a title for Pen Bryton. I'm so bad at titling things.
Christmas is almost here. Better yet, this is my last hell-week of pre-Christmas retail frenzy. Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, then I'm off. On Monday for four hours, then off for three days. It's gonna be great. I'm going to catch up on my writing. My SLEEP. My painting, my sewing. Hella great. Looking forward to that like you would not believe. Well, maybe you would.
I suppose I should get ready for work now, thinking of things I don't want to do. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be slow.
I should really read that stuff the M3 sent before my head explodes from trying to avoid it. Moo. When I get home from work. Something.
I got the coat of sherbert colors cut out last night. So serious, it's mint green and orange sherbert. The outside is orange sherbert, the inside is mint green. Sadly, I can't make it reversible 'cause of a certain construction of the sleeves. More of a pain than it's worth. But looking at the way the skirt is designed I might not actually need to put in a gusset or two. We'll see. I got it all cut out before the big table I use for cutting is put away so the Christmas tree can go up. So there's that.
Editing continues apace, although I haven't written much new yet. Much that isn't fanfic, at least. I'd forgotten how cool Dick Tracy is. Also, Mandy Patinkin is hot. Um. What else. I need to fill out my consolidation paperwork and I don't want to do that either. Tonight. Send it in tomorrow. I need to pick up a bigger folder so I can put the manuscript for Nightmare in it. Since I'm paper-editing that one. Oogh. I did realize that if I write as much per day in the Pen Bryton story as I wanted to, I could actually get that done in about a week. Send out the Query. Then I have to work with the synopsis, though. Not looking forward to that. Fucking synopsis. Also, my plot's stalled out
Sophie is either completely arrogant in its description or a poignant work of brilliance. I can't decide. I also need a title for it, and it's looking more and more like I might actually use 'The Kovalenko Contingency' which, although hysterical in both the literal and figurative sense of the word, doesn't mean anything until you're most of the way through the book. I also need a title for Nightmare Realm that doesn't sound tacky.
And, for that matter, a title for Pen Bryton. I'm so bad at titling things.
Christmas is almost here. Better yet, this is my last hell-week of pre-Christmas retail frenzy. Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, then I'm off. On Monday for four hours, then off for three days. It's gonna be great. I'm going to catch up on my writing. My SLEEP. My painting, my sewing. Hella great. Looking forward to that like you would not believe. Well, maybe you would.
I suppose I should get ready for work now, thinking of things I don't want to do. Maybe I'll get lucky and it'll be slow.