Yesterday...
Friday, May 7th, 2004 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanni...fairly fraught. No. Unfairly fraught. The May bills were paid, and all that pesky money no longer obscures the pristine purity of the house checkbook. That's balance, I guess.
Spent some therapy time with the roses, cutting out dead stuff, raking, speaking Growing Words to the Lost Rose, which is trying one!more!time! to come in, brave heart.
Managed a page on The Nameless Story. Things are getting Deeply Weird. Do I want to know what space this story is coming from? Maybe not.
In the your-backbrain-is-your-friend department: Steve and I shared a late dinner and a glass of wine, and in the middle of talking about quite mundane things, I said, "Oh. Damn. That room has to be tile, not rock." And without missing a beat, Steve said, "Right. Then, it won't be able to use the irregularities in the rock."
I love living with another writer.
Spent some therapy time with the roses, cutting out dead stuff, raking, speaking Growing Words to the Lost Rose, which is trying one!more!time! to come in, brave heart.
Managed a page on The Nameless Story. Things are getting Deeply Weird. Do I want to know what space this story is coming from? Maybe not.
In the your-backbrain-is-your-friend department: Steve and I shared a late dinner and a glass of wine, and in the middle of talking about quite mundane things, I said, "Oh. Damn. That room has to be tile, not rock." And without missing a beat, Steve said, "Right. Then, it won't be able to use the irregularities in the rock."
I love living with another writer.
