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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and with darkness, the ice weasels come.

So, both of my second toenails are turning black and falling off (the left one, sadly, has not yet reached the stage where it stops hurting and accepts its death), my eyes hurt, and I spent most of the day paying bills, filling out job aps for the kind of part time jobs that offer some kind of health benefits, and advance-grocery-shopping for Thanksgiving.

That, and I kind of sucked on ice climbing tonight. (Five routes, two of which I said "fuckit" on and rainbowed, one I couldn't send, and two I have climbed before. La.)

But I have a new gig writing book reviews for Realms of Fantasy, and that sounds like it's going to be a whole heck of a lot of fun.

And I've set a date for starting work on Grail. Sunday morning, because I am getting antsy about not having a project going. It's kind of like not being a real writer, when the real writing isn't happening.
Tags: falling off perfectly good rocks, the writer at work
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