was this the day that is?

Sort of like twittering. only hopefully without the twit.


7am. stupid workmen and their stupid beeping truck.

10am. Minimum daily wordage accomplished. I can haz nap nao?

11am. still waiting on e-mails. *taps foot and glares at screen*

12pm. 2,000 words and I can sense I'm about to write myself into another corner. need to stop and think it through, first.

2pm. corner escaped. Some e-mails answered. others still waiting. political reading roundup is depressing me yet again, and it's too hot to think. going to take that nap now.

4pm. instead of napping, I lay on the sofa (Boomer sprawled on my back) and read more of Daniel Abraham's A SHADOW IN SUMMER. yes, I really am that far behind in my reading.

6pm. 3000 words for the day. discovered weird twitch in Word that's making the bottom few lines of my pages disappear. They're still there -- when I hit backspace they show up -- but the rest of the time they seem to be caught in a temporal warp. Very odd. Also damned annoying.

6:30pm. stare at the fridge and figure out what's for dinner. pour a glass of wine. chill.