July 20th, 2003

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Book keeping

Wordcount: another 1405. Very productive
Reason for stopping: Can't find a picture of Thomas or Audrey Walsingham online, so I need to decide what they look like.

Also, livejournal appears to have shit the bed. That's a technical term. *g* Or at least my server cluster did. That's last night's word count (Galleys did not get done: I will do them now) and comments: I ceased to exist from a livejournal perspective for about ten hours.

But I'm back now, and unstoppable.
  • Current Music
    Siouxsie and The Banshees - The Last Beat of My Heart
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We do more before 9 am than most people do all week.... *g*

Passport application in (check)
September A&A galleys emailed to Leah for posting (check)
Orange spice tea made and under consumption (check)
Plane tickets for Worldcon purchased (check)
Mother called (um, not yet)
Wordcount (nope)
Read Jean's new chapter (going to go do that now)

It's amazing how anything can turn into procrastinating if you do it hard enough.
  • Current Music
    Silly Wizard - The Parish Of Dunkeld; The Curlew
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Effective procrastinating:

Jean's chapter: read & critted (mostly ooo, shiny!)

Horror market research: completed (I seem to have found myself in possession of a horror story. Which I love, but I keep getting those darn I-like-it-but-won't-buy-it rejects from my usual markets on it. So off it goes to uncharted territory.)

Stories & Novels currently submitted: 16
Stories in In Basket: 1 (waiting for a market to clear)

Wordcount: er, about a paragraph. Obviously this calls for More Tea
  • Current Music
    Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Somewhere in Africa.wav
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Okay, I did damned good today.

Cool link:


Wordcount: 3,064
Reason for stopping: I am starving to death, my shoulder hurts, and Act II, scene xi is done, done, done.

What happens in Act II, scene xii? I haven't a clue, and I don't give a fig.

I may care tomorrow. Or I may not.

Elizabethan Ponyboy Bondage Smut!

What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft?
Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft?
Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho,
My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.
Were Love the cause, it's like I shoulde descry him,
Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spie him?
T'was so, he stroke me with a slender dart,
Tis cruell love turmoyles my captive hart.
Yeelding or striving doe we give him might,
Lets yeeld, a burden easly borne is light.
I saw a brandisht fire increase in strength,
Which being not shakt, I saw it die at length.
Yong oxen newly yokt are beaten more,
Then oxen which have drawne the plow before.
And rough jades mouths with stubburn bits are tome,
But managde horses heads are lightly borne,
Unwilling Lovers, love doth more torment,
Then such as in their bondage feele content.
Loe I confesse, I am thy captive I,
And hold my conquered hands for thee to tie.

--Ovid, Elegies, translated by Christopher Marlowe
  • Current Music
    Jethro Tull - Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day