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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Peter Parker's Tombstone: "Gave up. Passed out."


Words today: 2116
Words total: 98915 MS Word, 103,750 manuscript
Manuscript pages: 397 of 415 (wrote a bunch on the wrong end of the book this morning)
Tyop du jour: "Besides, I already had breakfast. And a sanack."
Reason for stopping: Lunch time, and I promised to call my mother. I'm going to see if I can't kill off a few hundred words tonight, though. I'm so close I can taste it.
Stimulants: Honeybush, cranberry juice, steak and eggs
Mammalian assistance: Mebd wants out. Marlowe wants out. Marlowe wants in. Marlowe wants wants wants. Paladin wants my toast. Failing that, he'll snore on the floor next to me and have running dreams and wag his tail in his sleep. Have I mentioned I adore this dog?
Notecards obliterated: Five (5). Four to go. There are fewer notecards remaining than I already killed today. But they are longer notecards.
Last exercise: ten minutes dogpounding. For a canonical description of dogpounding, check out the novel 101 Dalmatians. Rather than the movie. It's very good exercise when your dog weighs ~230 lbs.

Still reading: Jonathan D. Spence, The Search for Modern China, Elmore Leonard, Pagan Babies

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