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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Thank God, it's not that simple in my secret life.

Progress notes for 11 October 2006:

"Orm the Beautiful"

New Words:  3158
Total Words: 2811
Pages: 14
Deadline: --
Reason for stopping: Draft! Yay!

Stimulants:  Pumpkin ale
Exercise: gym with ashacat. We sissied a bit on the weights, but I did double cardio, so I don't suck too much.
Mammalian assistance: Mebd is vulturing on my desk as I speak. I think she wants wet food. Or something.
Mail: I got paid! Yay!

Also, Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press let me know last night that he'll be serializing "Limerent" online, as a teaser for the rest of New Amsterdam free gift to you! Woot!

I'm no sure of dates yet, but I'll be bugging you about it later, I promise.

Today's words Word don't know: beryls, labradorite, beloveds, dragonish, sett, unavenged, knapped, sodalite,

Mean Things: imminent extinction
Tyop du Jour: The dad did not need sleep.
Darling du jour: 

Dragons are not specifically disallowed in the airspace over Washington, D.C., but it must be said that Orm the Beautiful's presence there was heartily discouraged.


There was a man in the cage inside the mechanical dragon. He made terrible unharmonious noises as he burned. Orm the Beautiful seized him and ate him quickly, out of pity, head jerking like a stork snatching down a frog.

Jury-rigging: This all went remarkably smoothly, actually. That may mean it's broken.

There's always one more quirk in the character: Orm the Beautiful prefers backhoes to humans.
The Internet is full of Things: The Smithsonian's entomology collection. Or a portion thereof.
The glamour!:

I suffered a critical chandlery failure while making candles this afternoon. I think I need to buy new putty. Or, ah, tie bigger knots. *g*

At least wax is easy to clean off counters while it's warm.

I am watching Criminal Minds. I admit it. Part of the schtick is that each episode is framed by quotations. I rather liked tonight's:

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. 
~Oscar Wilde

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