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We've listened to music and drunk beer, songs from our youth collected for a friends Christmas party. We celebrated his birthday with pizza, with hugs on the couch as the rain fell, and when the sun appeared we went out, drinking to Christmas and to birthdays and to new babies. The moon was eclipsed and shone red, and we watched through binoculars ( Read more... ) -
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My nano novel is, while far, far, far from finished, at 50k.
As I validated my novel for the first time in 4 years, Dear Prudence came on my iPod, and sitting in my cafe where I write, I very nearly cried. So much more to do, so much accomplished so far, such a huge achievement after the year I've had.
I feel great!
I need to lie down. -
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Yesterday the rain stopped. Last night I watched chinese dragons dance under red lanterns. Today cats doze on sunday crossword puzzles and the world is filled with dragonflies. -
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It's been raining for 4 days straight. Without stop. It's just a little bit insane. I for one love the rain. I don't even mind getting wet, not really surprised since I took to Scotland like a... well. A duck. To, you know. What I really love is the sound of the rain. I love lying on bed and listening to the rain all night. I seem to sleep deeper ( Read more... ) -
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Little tiny netbooks are wonderful things for writers. I can't handwrite, it's messy and all over the place and I can't write fast enough. Typing I can do as fast as I think, sometimes faster with some of the gibberish I come out with, and I can go back and expand things where I need to ( Read more... ) -
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I noticed today that the spotlight is on a journal where people post 5 things they are grateful for each day. I think it's a great idea, but instead I'll just post my 5 in this journal ( Read more... ) -
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Bad thing that happened: I fell down the stairs and got many big bruises ( Read more... ) -
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Yesterday I went to work with Simon. This is not as boring as it sounds. Because my boy works at a boat brokeridge, so it was actually speeding around the harbour while the water was still as glass, spying dolphins that had come to have a sticky beak, checking out multiple million dollar cruising vessels and pretending to be a pirate, and lots of ( Read more... ) -
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So. I wrote, and I wrote, and I wrote... And each word was heavier than the last, and they were forcing themselves out, and I was feeling more and more dread. Then I stopped, and I read what I had just written, then I read all that I had written, and I realized ( Read more... ) -
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String in a coffee shop in Sydney (which took me an hour to find, don't these people eat?) about to go to the museum. It's a beautiful day, despite what the weather man said, and though I find Sydney impossible to navigate compared to Melbourne, I'm feeling a vague sense of pride that I'm in the big city all by myself, and doing fine. It's 10:30, ( Read more... )