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
pages written: 14
pots coffee: 1 (with some vanilla ground up in it)
large mugs salabat:
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.