Progress notes for 12 June 2006:
I am, at long last, to the caper.
Shit. Now I have to come up with a caper.
Preferably one that looks as if it's about to go horribly wrong, and then doesn't.
So. I have decided that it is time to have an I Quit week. I quit. I'm not writing a bloody word. I'm going to go to the gym and eat banana bread and play flash games until my head explodes. I might move up to the Sims if I get really ambitious. I'm not doing a bloody thing Undertow-related until after commodorified leaves on Monday. Do you hear me, world? Do you hear me, book???
(there. let's see if the perversity of the universe will work its mojo now.)
New Words: 710
Total Words: (actual / ms) 66,282 / 75,750
Deadline: August 1
Words per day to meet deadline: 485
Reason for stopping: This is just snippets and bits of things, not actual scenes. Get thee behind me, vile b#$k!
Stimulants: banana bread
Exercise: elliptical and weights
Mail: nomail. but perhaps some incipient good news on a couple of fronts, though it's far too soon to tell.
Mean Things: Cricket just compared the data downloaded into her brain to a barium enema. And Gourami miscalculated badly.
Books in progress: Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate; Jay Lake, The Trial of Flowers
The glamour!: Folded laundry, took out the garbage, and was largely tired.