Still behind. But considering I started the day at about 4,300, I'm in pretty damn good shape. My pace is really solid--when I actually write. I have become very adept this year at avoiding potentially ugly confrontations with my own thoughts, which means I've been writing less than I should. But I think my resistance is actually quite faint now, ( Read more... )

Hmmph. Choosing headshots is not easy. They're fantastic shots. But all I can think is, man, I have a weird face. I mean, it's really crooked. Lopsided jowly jawline, completely uneven eyelids, weird squishy lips. You can sort of still tell I was a forceps baby. The nose is huge; there's just no getting around that. And--ugh, here's the huge ( Read more... )

Good starting pace. I seem to be capable of 800 words an hour, and this is with occasional dilly-dallying visits to gofugyourself.com to see what Dr. Sunkentits is up to. Eight hundred words an hour...so probably all this time I've been moaning about not having enough time to write, I have been full of it. (Dangerously ambiguous pronoun there. Ahhh ( Read more... )

I am going to do NaNoWriMo ( Read more... )

At the beginning of her ninth year of fully independent adult life, a woman should be able to a) have a working kitchen sink and b) take a shower without little bits of cilantro and coffee grounds and whatnot drifting around her ankles.

Innately comical? Yes. But it got a lot funnier when I fell off the curb just as I was saying this to N.

We're almost certainly in a Period of Broken Things here. That's fine. I've dealt with it before. I've even washed dishes in the bathtub before (see the Hollandaise Incident, January 2003: http://regularb.livejournal.com/8947.html and http:// ( Read more... )

After some days with no signs of squirrel activity, other than the poor vine on the back porch, which has been getting uprooted roughly once every two days, I hazarded opening a couple of windows on Sunday. Because it was hot and I had the oven on and, really, you need to open windows then. And yes, I left the windows open and forgot about them ( Read more... )

Break out the fuzzy pants, I'm baking some plums, it's fall. La la la! I'm going to hunker down, brew some coffee, read the one novel, write 200 thousand million words, and find my wool socks.

Breaking into the pantry I can understand. But the office? Why the office? Why would you claw through the office window screen and knock over my bamboo and send the stack of research printouts cascading onto the floor? I mean, I know I don't clean all that diligently, but it can't smell that much like food in here ( Read more... )

So. Haven't had a mouse problem for close to a year now, since I figured out how they were climbing onto the pantry shelves. Imagine, then, my surprise, on arriving home just now, to discover the Pop Tarts and chocolate chips strewn about the pantry floor, another bag shredded, a jar tipped ( Read more... )