1274 words of guest blog posts today, which is like productivity while I look for the end of this story. And I have some other work to do while it computes, too, so that's all beneficial.
And since it was nonfiction, I mostly did it at my standing desk. (I mostly have a hard time writing fiction standing up.) Also, I could listen to music. (Which is hard with fiction, again, except sometimes when it's mandatory, because brains are dicks.)
I enjoy the standing desk, because it also functions as a dancing desk, and I like that.
All in all, a productive use for a day that was a pile of wintry mix outdoors.
Tea today: Stash White Christmas. (I'm in a rut.)
Teacup today: confetti roses
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- it's a great life, if you don't weaken (
matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala
- Mood:
sore
"i question your innocence!"
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read this; it's cool
I just read
nineweaving's amazing, exquisite, precise, hysterically funny novella Cry Murder in a Small Voice. It's going on my… -
you gotta keep on going. you gotta feast on crumbs.
Oh, gosh. Here's your weepy moment for the day. http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=50147264n Terriers, man. You can't keep a schnauzer down.
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he's unimpressed.
Oh, 80s. Oh, Don Johnson suits with no shirt. Oh, postapocalyptic cardboard sets. Oh, primitive computer graphics. 80s, you were trying so hard…
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