February 23rd, 2015

spies sandbaggers sense of occasion

(no subject)

Things accomplished today include being sick; revising the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse story, which is now called "Margin of Survival" and is officially the most depressing thing I have ever written; working on the library story, which is now called "En Libres" and needs two more scenes to be done; and... something. I'm sure I did something. Oh, I swept, which was desperately needed.

Now I'm going to watch last week's Agent Carter and be sick some more. 

I'm tired of being sick now. It can end.