BtW: Days Seven and Eight
Monday, September 20th, 2004 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniDay Seven was yesterday and no physical writing got done. See "Buy, Sell, Trade," below, for details.
Which makes today Day Eight.
Bad dreams made a hash out of last night -- the kind where you keep making the same, irretrievable mistake over and over, despite foreknowing disaster. You wake up with ashes in your mouth, lay there awhile, and finally mooch back to sleep, thinking "Thank Ghod that's over," whereupon you fall immediately back into the same nasty loop. Somewhere in the vicinity of six, the demons of error finally let me have some peace, and I woke up around ten, feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. Make that two trucks.
Went to gym despite generally feeling ghastly -- it doesn't do to let the demons of error know they've got you on the run -- and thence to the post office. At home, I wrestled for an annoyingly long time with re-upping the anti-virus subscription on my machine (what is it with Symantec, they can't build a webpage that doesn't crash my browser? *snarl, snap*), then, since I was in a bad mood anyway, opened up the story file.
Project: Lord of the Dance
New Words Written: 920
Total Words: 3144
Reason for stopping: Brain melt. I forgot the name of the Surebleak Portmaster. Then I forgot the rating levels for spaceports. Two messages from Ghod in the space of two paragraphs. Time to quit and go do something constructive, like the dishes.
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I have here on my desk a brand-new, beautiful contributor's copy of Murder by Magic, edited by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hecateshound and including twenty crossover short fantasy/mystery stories. The table of contents is positively mouth-watering. Can't wait to read it. And not just for the obvious reason...
Which makes today Day Eight.
Bad dreams made a hash out of last night -- the kind where you keep making the same, irretrievable mistake over and over, despite foreknowing disaster. You wake up with ashes in your mouth, lay there awhile, and finally mooch back to sleep, thinking "Thank Ghod that's over," whereupon you fall immediately back into the same nasty loop. Somewhere in the vicinity of six, the demons of error finally let me have some peace, and I woke up around ten, feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. Make that two trucks.
Went to gym despite generally feeling ghastly -- it doesn't do to let the demons of error know they've got you on the run -- and thence to the post office. At home, I wrestled for an annoyingly long time with re-upping the anti-virus subscription on my machine (what is it with Symantec, they can't build a webpage that doesn't crash my browser? *snarl, snap*), then, since I was in a bad mood anyway, opened up the story file.
Project: Lord of the Dance
New Words Written: 920
Total Words: 3144
Reason for stopping: Brain melt. I forgot the name of the Surebleak Portmaster. Then I forgot the rating levels for spaceports. Two messages from Ghod in the space of two paragraphs. Time to quit and go do something constructive, like the dishes.
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I have here on my desk a brand-new, beautiful contributor's copy of Murder by Magic, edited by
hecateshound and including twenty crossover short fantasy/mystery stories. The table of contents is positively mouth-watering. Can't wait to read it. And not just for the obvious reason...
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:49 pm (UTC)Ugh. Wishing you happy thoughts and sweet dreams!