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

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i've seen the battle and i've seen the war


STATE OF THE CHILL:

words since 9:00 AM Saturday: 554 1008 1761 2002 2100 2502 2731
sleep since 9:00 AM Saturday: 6
hours in deathmarch so far: 22
showers: 2
pages written: 14
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
pots tisane:
pots tea:
1 (white chai)
It Came From The Juicer: Beet greens, garlic, and radishes. Apple lemonade.  Beet apple mango nectar. Tangerine orange ginger carrot. Broccoli yam.
alcohol: La Fin du Monde and honey pepper vodka
drugs: 1600 mg. naproxen, 1 OTC Zantac
dancing: in the ruins
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 2 (fish oil, evening primrose, calcium, b complex, glucosamine chondroitin)
food: corned beef hash and eggs; layer cake; Barilla "Plus" angelhair with chicken, defatted chicken drippings, green peas, butter, and parmesan; gouda, cheddar, and grapes; more cake; sesame paste steamed bun; lamb dumplings "flavored with oyster flavored sauce"; the rest of the pasta; still more cake; 2% milk
BPAL: Jacob's Ladder.
mug: still the porn bunnies
state of the catbox: demilitarized

I have two scenes left to write. I am taking a break before I write them, because I need to figure out how they go.

There. The march is on hiatus for a bit, then. But I feel accomplished. That was constructive, and I will indeed have a book draft before Thanksgiving.

Tags: jacob's ladder, with your draft or on it
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