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Nov. 5th, 2006 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeHeh. Happy Guy Fawkes, all. Fluffy, I dreamed about you last night. Hope you're surviving the fireworks.
Nano progresses. The important novel progresses at a faster pace than the other two, which is, after all, what's important. Writing progresses, too, which is more than I had expected give that my mood of the past week has been swinging from near-suicidal depression to fits of towering irritation. It's a long story, and involves money issues and me sulking for a week.
The first Pen Bryton novel draft is out and two people have gotten me some notes in the past week. This is a procedure I once likened to a colonoscopy, which amuses me to no end, because it is both necessary and beneficial but also embarrassing, awkward, and quite probably painful. You may substitute your choice of prostate exam, gynecological exam, or what have you for the metaphor. Any which way, it's apt. At least the thing isn't as bad as I feared it was, or not yet. I sent it out to... um. I can't even remember how many beta readers I sent it out to. At least three others that I know of.
The mad marathon of sewing is over, now that Halloween is past. Leaving me with about ten small things to do, most of which involve finishing garments. Some of which involves remaking garments, which. That can definitely wait. I have a vest to make for Pirate John that requires him finding the decorations he wants on it. That may take forever and a data figure. But I think I'm going to try and make my Vash coat before December, or at least before January, and that way I have a big winter coat to wear. I need to get lining for it. And figure out if it will fit me, or how to alter it to make it fit. Decisions, decisions.
Well, I see Iraq is going to explode.
I have an urge to write Shadowrun fanfic since the Shadowrun game I meant to run at street level has died for lack of interest. Which is probably good. The one player who was interested I didn't want to deal with anyway. This also means I have to get my other Shadowrun game back up and running, and that's going to take some messing around, but oh well. Um. Also, pinch hitting for Yuletide. Whee. I am only allowed one pinch-hit until I finish both Yuletide fics. This is a rule imposed by me. Otherwise I'll drive myself crazy.
Yeah, that's about it. Status report from the Jag, just so y'all don't think I completely died. Which I didn't. I'm just shuffling around like some unholy half-dead.
Nano progresses. The important novel progresses at a faster pace than the other two, which is, after all, what's important. Writing progresses, too, which is more than I had expected give that my mood of the past week has been swinging from near-suicidal depression to fits of towering irritation. It's a long story, and involves money issues and me sulking for a week.
The first Pen Bryton novel draft is out and two people have gotten me some notes in the past week. This is a procedure I once likened to a colonoscopy, which amuses me to no end, because it is both necessary and beneficial but also embarrassing, awkward, and quite probably painful. You may substitute your choice of prostate exam, gynecological exam, or what have you for the metaphor. Any which way, it's apt. At least the thing isn't as bad as I feared it was, or not yet. I sent it out to... um. I can't even remember how many beta readers I sent it out to. At least three others that I know of.
The mad marathon of sewing is over, now that Halloween is past. Leaving me with about ten small things to do, most of which involve finishing garments. Some of which involves remaking garments, which. That can definitely wait. I have a vest to make for Pirate John that requires him finding the decorations he wants on it. That may take forever and a data figure. But I think I'm going to try and make my Vash coat before December, or at least before January, and that way I have a big winter coat to wear. I need to get lining for it. And figure out if it will fit me, or how to alter it to make it fit. Decisions, decisions.
Well, I see Iraq is going to explode.
I have an urge to write Shadowrun fanfic since the Shadowrun game I meant to run at street level has died for lack of interest. Which is probably good. The one player who was interested I didn't want to deal with anyway. This also means I have to get my other Shadowrun game back up and running, and that's going to take some messing around, but oh well. Um. Also, pinch hitting for Yuletide. Whee. I am only allowed one pinch-hit until I finish both Yuletide fics. This is a rule imposed by me. Otherwise I'll drive myself crazy.
Yeah, that's about it. Status report from the Jag, just so y'all don't think I completely died. Which I didn't. I'm just shuffling around like some unholy half-dead.