Procrastination methods, as well as complaints about how I’ve been procrastinating. Read at your own risk.
I actually wrote last night, but I don’t think I like it. Posted it on LJ, though, ’cause I wanted the promised reward. (Writers have the best bribes!) Now it’s…1020, and I’ve done nothing. Woke up at 0800, sat on my bed to wake a little more before trying to get in gear, and woke […]
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Not a new chapter, alas. Just an old one finally put up. May I present the latest chapter of Shades and Hues, It’s a Small World? (beware of earworms!) Also, in the interests of accountability, I’m going to start (again) announcing my accomplishments here. So if I don’t post for a few days, feel free
So. Car? Borked. It’ll start, but if I’m not revving the gas, it dies. Therefore it stays in the carport till I can figure out what to do. Fidelis? Not being written. Dunno why. I know what I want to do, can’t seem to get it done. Work? Not starting till two days after I
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Yep, I’m sick. Damn it. Since I last checked in, I edited a scene of Joss and wrote most of another, but can’t get my brain to function to finish it. I’ve written a bit more on Fidelis each day, and am now at about 30,000 words. But right now my brain won’t touch it.
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All right, I want everyone who EVER bought drugs from someone they found through a blog comment lined up and beaten. 751 in my spam filter. Srsly? Who does this? Someone must buy, or they wouldn’t keep doing it, right? Idiots. Anyway. I plod onwards. I sent out three more queries. One already rejected, others
So how goes the Doomy Summer of Editing DOOM? Bleh. I haven’t edited anything. I write, maybe a thousand words on Fidelis, maybe 300, maybe none, and I swim. That’s about all I’ve done. I blame the swimming, mostly. Since I was off work I have been swimming for an hour nearly every day. This,
If, somehow, you don’t know who Susan Boyle is, go here. I’ll wait. So. Why she makes me cry. Still, when I know what’s coming when she opens her mouth. Still, when she “lost” Britain’s Got Talent. (I put “lost” in quotes because it isn’t Highlander–there can be more than one winner, and coming out
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