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kittydesade) wrote2009-02-20 05:53 pm
kittydesade) wrote2009-02-20 05:53 pm
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Oh. Dear. God. Mother and Blood, I am fucking exhausted.
Looking at my timesheet is both amusing and daunting. I got out early yesterday, that was about it. I came in on Saturday. I came in early on Monday, and left late on Wednesday. I'm getting overtime this coming paycheck, unless something happens to utterly kill business for a day or so and I get to go home early a bit. Given the workload I have piled up for me on Monday already I don't forsee this happening.
On the plus side, I'm up to date on my RP tags, which hasn't happened in a while. I need to do my short story revisions for a certain person and knock down a few more scenes of Astrid. And prompts. So, between cleaning tonight, I guess that's what I'll be doing. At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. And clean some more, and cook. Not sure what I'm going to make for game but, dammit, there will be sugar cookies. Frosted ones. With Buttercream Frosting of the Gods. (Seriously, that's how it's getting written in my recipe book when I get around to scribing it in there.)
Tonight... fuck if I know. I may have a veggie patty and go to bed. Or something. No, not or go to bed, but I may have a veggie patty and fold laundry and let the boy fend for himself.
I'm starting to think more about how to sell Astrid. What I should have done was written down the notes for the query letter when I started composing it, many moons ago, but I remember the gist. It's pretty close to done; the goal is to finish it within the next 2-4 weeks, and then sit on it for 4-6 weeks while people read it over and edit (any takers?) and then go back to it and read over it myself. And then the excruciating query process begins, yay.
Okay. The Elf Lord is a come to take me home. Away, hi-yo silver. BLAH.
Looking at my timesheet is both amusing and daunting. I got out early yesterday, that was about it. I came in on Saturday. I came in early on Monday, and left late on Wednesday. I'm getting overtime this coming paycheck, unless something happens to utterly kill business for a day or so and I get to go home early a bit. Given the workload I have piled up for me on Monday already I don't forsee this happening.
On the plus side, I'm up to date on my RP tags, which hasn't happened in a while. I need to do my short story revisions for a certain person and knock down a few more scenes of Astrid. And prompts. So, between cleaning tonight, I guess that's what I'll be doing. At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. And clean some more, and cook. Not sure what I'm going to make for game but, dammit, there will be sugar cookies. Frosted ones. With Buttercream Frosting of the Gods. (Seriously, that's how it's getting written in my recipe book when I get around to scribing it in there.)
Tonight... fuck if I know. I may have a veggie patty and go to bed. Or something. No, not or go to bed, but I may have a veggie patty and fold laundry and let the boy fend for himself.
I'm starting to think more about how to sell Astrid. What I should have done was written down the notes for the query letter when I started composing it, many moons ago, but I remember the gist. It's pretty close to done; the goal is to finish it within the next 2-4 weeks, and then sit on it for 4-6 weeks while people read it over and edit (any takers?) and then go back to it and read over it myself. And then the excruciating query process begins, yay.
Okay. The Elf Lord is a come to take me home. Away, hi-yo silver. BLAH.