the writing life

description of this morning's work so far:

"We've recapped the first four books in the form of an argument between a girl and her demon, and the demon has made coffee." novel_in_90 quota met.

My to-do list for the rest of the morning has such glorious things on it as "get laundry out of dryer," "clean den," and "pay bills." Also "herd cats re: dinner." And all the ingredients for winter pesto are waiting for me to get up the energy. Pesto. Mmmmm.

This afternoon, Lily Malkin gets the shit kicked out of her by a madman, and channels her external goddess.

I love my job. Even the parts I hate.


oh, and I woke up this morning feeling as though someone had come in during the night and excavated my lungs. This pleases me. I may become healthy again at some point... (ETA: for those suffering likewise, I remind you that DAIRY IS BAD. It thickens the secretions and makes you cough harder, etc. Lay off the cheese, milk and whatnot for a few days...)

via quarkwiz

According to the New York Post, New York City is preparing to unveil its own signature brand of free condoms.

LJers are witty on the subject.


ETA: my comment: "Welcome to New York. Put this on." (never let it be said we don't take care of our tourists) My sister then totally one-upped me with "Mind the gap."