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Mar. 28th, 2013 12:22 pm( Русскйи язык )
Well, the good news is, I don't have much to do today but filing. The bad news is, there's a huge fucking stack of filing. The good/bad news is I have a huge stack of writing yet to do, most of it that I should have done this morning but didn't because I was doing day jobligations? Which, you know, do have to be fulfilled.
So, apparently one of the writers from Angel is following me on Twitter now. So now can I have head explodie over how much my life has turned to WRITING WRITING DO ALL THE WRITING yet? I have no idea when this happened. I have no idea when suddenly writers who have their work actually out there where people can see/hear/read it became interes... no, actually, I had this same freakout when Shannon Butcher started following me. I just got over that sooner because it wasn't a steady string of industry people, it was just her. And she's still following me. So what the fuck. Just, in general what the fuck. No pressure to pull off this self-pub thing, right? Of course right.
(Come on, Jag, dumber/worse/other people than you do this all the time. 50 Shades of Gray got freaking published. Everything's written and half of it's edited. Come on.)
No pressure.
I'm sure one day I'll have something to talk about besides writing. I have all of Sunday afternoon free? Possibly to do cleaning and cooking, I do want to try the damn meat pies I've had the dry ingredients sitting in the fridge for a week now, and I also want to make another batch of sugar cookie dough so I have that sitting around at all times. Seriously, I think I want to keep sugar cookie dough and frosting around at all times just in case. I just need to find a better way of storing it than in a bowl. Or, well, dig out the tupperware. It's supposed to be staying in the 50s up to the 60s for the next 5-10 days, so that's good. And my amaryllis is slowly peeking up, though I bet the cold snap didn't encourage it anyway. So, see. There's stuff going on in my life that isn't writing related.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going and finding that bunker under the bunker now.
(Icon is relevant.)
Well, the good news is, I don't have much to do today but filing. The bad news is, there's a huge fucking stack of filing. The good/bad news is I have a huge stack of writing yet to do, most of it that I should have done this morning but didn't because I was doing day jobligations? Which, you know, do have to be fulfilled.
So, apparently one of the writers from Angel is following me on Twitter now. So now can I have head explodie over how much my life has turned to WRITING WRITING DO ALL THE WRITING yet? I have no idea when this happened. I have no idea when suddenly writers who have their work actually out there where people can see/hear/read it became interes... no, actually, I had this same freakout when Shannon Butcher started following me. I just got over that sooner because it wasn't a steady string of industry people, it was just her. And she's still following me. So what the fuck. Just, in general what the fuck. No pressure to pull off this self-pub thing, right? Of course right.
(Come on, Jag, dumber/worse/other people than you do this all the time. 50 Shades of Gray got freaking published. Everything's written and half of it's edited. Come on.)
No pressure.
I'm sure one day I'll have something to talk about besides writing. I have all of Sunday afternoon free? Possibly to do cleaning and cooking, I do want to try the damn meat pies I've had the dry ingredients sitting in the fridge for a week now, and I also want to make another batch of sugar cookie dough so I have that sitting around at all times. Seriously, I think I want to keep sugar cookie dough and frosting around at all times just in case. I just need to find a better way of storing it than in a bowl. Or, well, dig out the tupperware. It's supposed to be staying in the 50s up to the 60s for the next 5-10 days, so that's good. And my amaryllis is slowly peeking up, though I bet the cold snap didn't encourage it anyway. So, see. There's stuff going on in my life that isn't writing related.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going and finding that bunker under the bunker now.
(Icon is relevant.)
