it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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the bastards hung me in the spring of '25

I've been a Very Good Bear today. I wrote 1352 words on "Mongoose" this morning, and sent it back to truepenny, and I wrote 1202 words on Chill Sanction Chill this afternoon. Tomorrow morning and afternoon, I will attempt to write another 1000 words or more on The Novel Formerly Known As Sanction, and see if I can get it that much closer to a close.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
308 / 400

I have discovered that I need a lot more focus to write these days than I used to. It must be using more of my processing capacity, because honestly, I can't even listen to the radio while I work anymore.

That kind of makes me sad, but what are you going to do? I guess I'm making more difficult art these days.

Anyway, I'm off the hook for the rest of the night--done before six, not bad; only about ten hours on the clock today, since I broke for lunch--and dinner is on the stove. And smelling fantastic. I am making garlic fennel lamb sausage, baked white sweet potato, hubbard squash roasted with cream, maple syrup, and ginger, and Warren Ellis' onion marmalade (normally, I make a yogurt dill garlic sauce to go over the lamb, but I can do that with the leftovers tomorrow).

I will be eating all this with the last cup or so of leftover jasmine rice. And the part of the beer that didn't go in the marmalade.

OMG. Cook faster, dammit.
Tags: bork! bork! bork!, the writer at work

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