it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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There's nothing uglier than a man hitting his stride.

[21:33] matociquala: Brown bears look at you like they're trying to decide if you're likely to be a problem.
[21:33] matociquala: Polar bears look at you like they're trying to decide if there's enough meat on that to justify a jog.
[21:33] leahbobet: (you now have me thinking about bipolar bears.)

...I need a Bipolar Bear icon.

Progress notes for 21 August 2006:

"Limerent"

New Words:  1269
Total Words: 6777
Pages: 30
Deadline: September 5
Reason for stopping: Every time I try to quit, it feeds me another sentence. Which is, yanno, better than not, I guess.

Stimulants:  mint ice cream
Exercise: none
Mammalian assistance: Mebd appears to have spent the day murdering her green glitter ball, to judge by the state of the floor.
Mail: edits to "Sounding"

Today's words Word don't know: unpleasantries, elaborations
Words I'm surprised Word do know: métier

Mean Things: pressure to bear false witness, too much brandy, being put on the spot by your boyfriend, being put on the spot by your other boyfriend, being put on the spot by your other boyfriend's other boyfriend....
Darling du jour: When the unpleasantries were dispensed with, Garrett cleared her throat and said, "His Grace has told me something interesting."
Jury-rigging: I have been given many cool and clever sentences by this story.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Richard's a bastard. I mean, I knew he was a bastard. But he's a bastard.
Other writing-related work: Edits on sounding.
Books in progress:
Hal Duncan, Vellum;
John Lindow, Norse Mythology;
Stanley Wells, Shakespeare and Co.: Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Dekker, Ben Jonson, Thomas Middleton, John Fletcher and the Other Players in His Story

The Internet is full of Things: I note this strictly for reference's sake. Any use you choose to make of it is between you and your God.

Also, Kitty the Movie Star proves that it is possible to maintain one's dignity while being stuffed ass-end-first into an overhead luggage compartment. 

I used to have a (much smaller) Burmese python, which died because I was an idiot. (This is the way all herpiles kept in captivity die, in case you didn't know. They're tremendously fragile critters in some ways, and Many Things Can Go Wrong.) Lovely snake, though. Catch me at a con sometimes and I'll show you the scars from the time she bit me. (Because I was an idiot. This is also how you get bitten.)

They're not very impressive scars. Pythons have very small teeth.

Tags: new amsterdam, progress notes, short fiction
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