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Jan. 24th, 2006 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Am up. Have breakfasted and showered. This is something of an accomplishment considering the nightmares of drowning cats and beachhouse being assaulted by hugeass waves. I haven't had those in a while. Something about filtering bags of sand through water and coming up with thin gold artifacts. Woke up feeling like I'd punched myself in the face. Which, in retrospect? Maybe I did. Huh.
Have a buttload (two cheeks full) of writing to do today. But there's also a chance I will have my gay cowboys, so that's good. I have nine out of ten novels at least planned for Maui, or maybe I mean eight out of ten. I need to finish the outlines on a couple of them but I know what the plot's going to be. I have a title on the ninth and no plot whatsoever. I know it connects to Adam Dark, but I have no idea who Billy Vain is or why he's legendary. It's supposed to be a young adult story. Moo. And I need a hair trim.
My hair, by the way, is getting longer. I know you all wanted to hear that. Actually, there are surely some of you who remember when my hair was short, and I know it looked good but I'm thinking I like my hair long. As long as I take care of it. I don't think it's ever been this long before where four inches of it weren't split ends. I should get it trimmed in order to keep it that way but I keep looking in the mirror at it and giggling. My life is made up of simple pleasures.
I also need more of a will to resist brownies. I can eat healthy but brownies are the bane of my eat-healthy diet plan. Totally.
Um. Hmm. Work for four days after today, hopefully all day, so will be scarce during the daytime again, but there's also a chance they'll just send us home in the middle of the day. Hope not. I have to make up seven hours or so, but... meh. Oh well. At least it should be slow during the day and I can read over all my Jung and Campbell and Freud. I can't believe you talked me into this! Grr. Trying to organize my thoughts into some form fit for lit journals. Boo. Hiss. Brain explodey. But I guess this means I should go be productive.
Out.
Am up. Have breakfasted and showered. This is something of an accomplishment considering the nightmares of drowning cats and beachhouse being assaulted by hugeass waves. I haven't had those in a while. Something about filtering bags of sand through water and coming up with thin gold artifacts. Woke up feeling like I'd punched myself in the face. Which, in retrospect? Maybe I did. Huh.
Have a buttload (two cheeks full) of writing to do today. But there's also a chance I will have my gay cowboys, so that's good. I have nine out of ten novels at least planned for Maui, or maybe I mean eight out of ten. I need to finish the outlines on a couple of them but I know what the plot's going to be. I have a title on the ninth and no plot whatsoever. I know it connects to Adam Dark, but I have no idea who Billy Vain is or why he's legendary. It's supposed to be a young adult story. Moo. And I need a hair trim.
My hair, by the way, is getting longer. I know you all wanted to hear that. Actually, there are surely some of you who remember when my hair was short, and I know it looked good but I'm thinking I like my hair long. As long as I take care of it. I don't think it's ever been this long before where four inches of it weren't split ends. I should get it trimmed in order to keep it that way but I keep looking in the mirror at it and giggling. My life is made up of simple pleasures.
I also need more of a will to resist brownies. I can eat healthy but brownies are the bane of my eat-healthy diet plan. Totally.
Um. Hmm. Work for four days after today, hopefully all day, so will be scarce during the daytime again, but there's also a chance they'll just send us home in the middle of the day. Hope not. I have to make up seven hours or so, but... meh. Oh well. At least it should be slow during the day and I can read over all my Jung and Campbell and Freud. I can't believe you talked me into this! Grr. Trying to organize my thoughts into some form fit for lit journals. Boo. Hiss. Brain explodey. But I guess this means I should go be productive.
Out.