The following is the first line (or so) from the first journal entry of every month of last year.

Jan: "Well, I had the idea of being very productive during the January weeks of my winter break, but then DOOM happened."

Feb: "Ever wondered what to do if you're stuck in prison in the Philipines, with situationgirl's record collection from 1986?"

Mar:

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See, I told you.


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Yes, I have all kinds of little voices in my head telling me to get things done, but it's so hard to shake them off when your body is shouting "Sleep more! Clean later ( Read more... )

Yes, my holiday festivities went well. We drove up to A's mom's house on the 25th anyway, and just watched too much TV and slept on the couch. I felt blessed.

However, I don't know if anyone else's holiday mood was touched, but I did feel real pangs of grief for everyone involved when I heard about this:

The Santa-Suit Killer.And I couldn't help ( Read more... )

Yes, my friends, the time is near. Or at hand, or maybe even passed. Nevertheless, I offer you my sincere wishes that you have a wonderful whatever it is that you choose to celebrate ( Read more... )

I've been extra super coordinated and graceful as of late, and the casualties have been two different dinner plates and my cell phone. Yes, I submerged it in a mug full of hot tea, much like a cookie. We skipped buying more plates, but had to replace the phone on Thursday last week; fortunately we got a deal on the new phone, and it only cost us ( Read more... )

Yes, clocking in this morning at over 50,000 words. There is joy.

There's also a slightly-more-than-mild annoyance of my husband's because my story still isn't finished yet; I'm thinking it might take 50 to 100 more pages. Actually khasael and I are having the same problems explaining to our respective spouses that no matter how brilliant a writer may be ( Read more... )

Starting at 15,042 words, after making a push of 3,000 words yesterday.

Distractions: Jake and Elwood

Vicious furribeests of the lower floor boards after a successful kill. Their elusive quarry: the domestic empty tissue box.


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This is what I got for trying to stream live election converage on my computer. (Because I couldn't be arsed to actually turn on the television, it takes too many remotes.)


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Yeah.

I didn't shower this morning.

But I made it to 5055 words, which is 10.11% of the way there. Woohoooo!


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