Write Every Day
Saturday, February 20th, 2010 06:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIs it true that I haven't written a word on this manuscript for ten days? Holy ghod; I'm such a slacker. So not the way to write a book. Write every day! How hard can that be?
Gah.
I wrote today -- not enough to make up for my vacation, obviously, but words in a row, yay. Or something.
Hexapuma spent most of the day in the cat bed against the baseboard heater in the kitchen. We coaxed him out a little while ago, concerned that we hadn't seen him take any water today, not to say food. Once he was out, he did have a drink and wandered groggily around the house for awhile, finally lighting on the bed where his favorite Fleecey Thing (formerly Sharon' favorite fleece house-sweater) was, and collapsed on it to have a nap. Poor small furry person. I feel for him, but about the only thing I can do for him is bear him company, make sure he's hydrated, and hang on 'til the drain comes out, first thing Monday morning.
Mozart and Scrabble are both being very clingy. Neither one has smacked or yelled at Hex -- which, in Scrabble's case, at least, is really extraordinary. Mozart occasionally tries to have a go at cleaning Hex's head for him, but gets baffled by the cone and stops. He -- Mozart -- spent most of the day on my desk, stretched out with his head next to (with occasional forays into "on") my keyboard, purring. When I leave the desk -- to, say, move the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer -- he makes little weepy noises and is only content when I come back and start typing.
I guess Hexapuma's recuperation is being hard on everybody.
February can get done with any time, now.
To the person who sent the unsigned thank-you note from Seattle: You are very welcome; and thank you.
Edited to add: Here, have a cogent post about e-piracy/digital theft. Link courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rachelcaine.
Progress on Ghost Ship
"I can't see any way out of it, if we're gonna do what we said we'd do. Right up front, we're gonna hafta stop thinking that living until lunchtime is a long-term plan."
He laughed, softly. "Until dinner, then?"
Gah.
I wrote today -- not enough to make up for my vacation, obviously, but words in a row, yay. Or something.
Hexapuma spent most of the day in the cat bed against the baseboard heater in the kitchen. We coaxed him out a little while ago, concerned that we hadn't seen him take any water today, not to say food. Once he was out, he did have a drink and wandered groggily around the house for awhile, finally lighting on the bed where his favorite Fleecey Thing (formerly Sharon' favorite fleece house-sweater) was, and collapsed on it to have a nap. Poor small furry person. I feel for him, but about the only thing I can do for him is bear him company, make sure he's hydrated, and hang on 'til the drain comes out, first thing Monday morning.
Mozart and Scrabble are both being very clingy. Neither one has smacked or yelled at Hex -- which, in Scrabble's case, at least, is really extraordinary. Mozart occasionally tries to have a go at cleaning Hex's head for him, but gets baffled by the cone and stops. He -- Mozart -- spent most of the day on my desk, stretched out with his head next to (with occasional forays into "on") my keyboard, purring. When I leave the desk -- to, say, move the wet clothes from the washer to the dryer -- he makes little weepy noises and is only content when I come back and start typing.
I guess Hexapuma's recuperation is being hard on everybody.
February can get done with any time, now.
To the person who sent the unsigned thank-you note from Seattle: You are very welcome; and thank you.
Edited to add: Here, have a cogent post about e-piracy/digital theft. Link courtesy of
rachelcaine.34394 / 100000
"I can't see any way out of it, if we're gonna do what we said we'd do. Right up front, we're gonna hafta stop thinking that living until lunchtime is a long-term plan."
He laughed, softly. "Until dinner, then?"
