Checking in from the couch
Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniArose too early, which was not as bad as it could've been because I actually got some sleep last night. This either was or was not directly attributable to Hexapuma's decision to sleep on my stomach and pin me to the bed, dernit! while he purred his delicate, wind-up butterfly purrs. For such a big cat, with such a...robust...voice, he has the daintiest little purrs...
Anyhow, have had coffee and cereal; disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the cat fountain; had coffee; vacuumed; had coffee; read blogs; talked to Steve on the phone; drank the last of the coffee; retired to the couch, and have written some words. The plan is to write words, eat lunch, write words, eat dinner, write words until thud, then go to bed and do more of the same tomorrow.
I have been shanghied by a story idea, which I am womanfully not playing with. If it's a good idea, it'll still be around next week. (Actually, I fear that it is a good idea, it's just deeply scary and will require four tons of research. Also, it would be nice to know going in if it fancies itself a novel or a novelette.)
Temperatures seasonal today, with sun and breeze. Mozart is sunning himself in the basement window, Hexapuma is in the considerably-less-than-Hexapuma-sized cat-ring, conked out, and Scrabble sleeps with the hefalumps.
Steve is at Balticon, and urges those who are also at Balticon to stop by the SRM table in the dealers room and say "hi!"
...back to work, me.
Anyhow, have had coffee and cereal; disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the cat fountain; had coffee; vacuumed; had coffee; read blogs; talked to Steve on the phone; drank the last of the coffee; retired to the couch, and have written some words. The plan is to write words, eat lunch, write words, eat dinner, write words until thud, then go to bed and do more of the same tomorrow.
I have been shanghied by a story idea, which I am womanfully not playing with. If it's a good idea, it'll still be around next week. (Actually, I fear that it is a good idea, it's just deeply scary and will require four tons of research. Also, it would be nice to know going in if it fancies itself a novel or a novelette.)
Temperatures seasonal today, with sun and breeze. Mozart is sunning himself in the basement window, Hexapuma is in the considerably-less-than-Hexapuma-sized cat-ring, conked out, and Scrabble sleeps with the hefalumps.
Steve is at Balticon, and urges those who are also at Balticon to stop by the SRM table in the dealers room and say "hi!"
...back to work, me.
