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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rosamund found a W.H. Auden poem that sort of encapsulates One-Eyed Jack. Dams! Spies! Deserts! Gunfire! Heck yeah.

Progress Notes for 13 November 2004 (a day late; there was partying last night, with meatballs and bad chianti)

One-Eyed Jack

New Words: 917
Total Words: 61,707
Pages: 275
Reason for stopping: Had to go cook, and my shoulder was acting up
Mammalian Assistance: Mebd, the cat who snores when she purrs. Or vice versa.
Stimulants: Not nearly enough tea
Exercise: Dancing around the house to Jann Arden & The Tragically Hip while cooking.
Mail: Locus, and a contract from Lenox Avenue
Tyop du jour: The iron hasn't been lost on me, all these years.
Darling du jour: I was out of practice, but being dead does wonders for your breath control.
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory
Other writing-related work: Book-geeking with Steve and Dylan, while the rest of the party abandoned us to talk about... um. Computer games?

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