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writing literature vonnegut

your professional band can play six, sometimes up to seven completely different chords.

Progress notes for 17 January 2007


New Words:  823
Total Words: 28,159
Words for the Year: 29,660
Pages: 138
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
28,156 / 110,000

Quarter of a book! Which is actually closer to a third of a book, really, in manuscript page count.

And about 1500 words on the sizzling raygun space pirate story, hereby renamed "Boojum." Which is finished, at least in draft, and due for at least one more poke from both of us, I would guess.

Stimulants:  green tea chai, muffins made with leahbobet's sour cream berry muffin recipe, scallops with sichuan peppercorns
Exercise:  1.6 miles yesterday, the good work of which was no doubt all undone by the fact that we were walking to a bar, where we ate a lot and then drank beers. OMG, best steak and cheese ever. OMG, Reuben egg rolls. They make their own corned beef, man.

A mere 5 miles along my route to Mordor, I am now entering Tookland. Since it's currently -2 F out there considering windchill, something tells me any miles today will be made in the gym on the ski machine, and reported tomorrow. Maybe I can make it out of Hobbiton today.
Songs mutilated: just the usual suspects.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd is sharing my sunbeam. Or perhaps I am being permitted to share hers.
Mail: nomail

Today's words Word don't know:  nanotools, Metatron, unsulky, unkink,
Darling du Jour: n/a
Mean Things: scrawling over pointy things, cramped conditions, cannibals
Tyop du Jour:  the colonies of pale parasitical bromeliads that brew from the pressed and extruded walls.
Jury-rigging: n/a

There's always one more quirk in the character: Rien and Perceval both complain
Other writing-related work: n/a
Books in progress: Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion; Susan Perabo, Explaining Death to the Dog


The tyop only makes the pale parasitical bromeliads sound ickier yet.

Also the walls.
Unrelated to the above, but it might give you enough of a boost to throw the unwashed story off the sofa and force it to do the dishes... The bits of story you've posted up in public have been really cool, I like them, and you've seduced me to your fandom. My fandoom, too. So next time I dare look at Amazon, I'll look you up. Go Bear!

Thank you!
I've been trying to find the long list you had of your works, but it doesn't seem to be under *Really* shameless self-promotion. Could you point me that way, and I promise to pay you back in Bank of US Gift Vouchers.
My "what I did this year" post?
Yeah. Can't find it, and I donb't know how it was tagged. Under 'narcissism' there's a comment that leads me to believe it may be gone.
nah, it's still back there somewhere.

that's just 2006 though. If you look at the profile page there's a link to a semi-current bibliography.
Thank you!

(NB: Do not confuse message body with password. Doesn't work well.)
Anyone who uses the phrase 'as any fule kno' (or equivalent) gets an extra star.
Congratulations on having achieved actual cold weather.

Also, reuben eggrolls sound strange, in a really interesting and edible way. Were they already mustardized, or did that have to be applied to the exterior?
They came with little tubs of mustard and thousand island dressing.

*considers reuben egg rolls with dipping mustard and dressing, a second time*

*dies of the yum*

*is ded*
OMG, Reuben egg rolls

Those sound fantastic.

I had a salmon reuben in Iowa City, over Christmas. Pepper-crusted salmon filet, topped with corned beef, sauerkraut, and thousand island. Grilled, on rye. It was surprisingly wonderful.

six or seven chords..

Unless they are the "Rock Bottom Remainders" Hey! There is something to shoot for... Look up the chords to "Louis Louis"...

Re: six or seven chords..


I shall.

The rejoinder to that quote is "Yeah, but that's like fruity jazz bands."

Re: six or seven chords..

well, if you play them in the same damn song... There are limits, you know.. Minimal decency rule.. Three chords was good enough for Chuck Berry, they ought to be good enought for anybody.