Today I wrote 700 words
Feb. 20th, 2013 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauraanne_gilman I'm not even sure that they're the right 700 words, either. But considering I was sitting in the middle of a hospital waiting room*, low on caffeine, surrounded by a man speaking Russian (loudly) on his cell phone, an a doctor talking in Spanish to a woman about someone else's condition, and someone else watching soaps on the big-ass tv at the end of the room, I figure I did okay.
Some days, you have to accept that there will be pitfalls and roadblocks, and just be thankful you have good breaks. Or something like that.
darling of the day:
The prick against her fingertip was a sharp pinch, the nib cold as it drank its fill, and then she was signing her name on the creamy paper next to the X, all the lessons coming back to her, leaving a smooth, almost-familiar line when she was done.
Tomorrow, I throw my heroine under a wagon, and unpeel someone's psyche. Should be fun.
*my dad was having surgery. He's home now, comfortably grumpy.
Some days, you have to accept that there will be pitfalls and roadblocks, and just be thankful you have good breaks. Or something like that.
darling of the day:
The prick against her fingertip was a sharp pinch, the nib cold as it drank its fill, and then she was signing her name on the creamy paper next to the X, all the lessons coming back to her, leaving a smooth, almost-familiar line when she was done.
Tomorrow, I throw my heroine under a wagon, and unpeel someone's psyche. Should be fun.
*my dad was having surgery. He's home now, comfortably grumpy.
