HRH received the GGS-RENEGADE from the hands of Skippy this afternoon. We spent a lovely afternoon with my in-laws, and now that we’re home… he’s plugged it in, popped headphones on, and is playing Alpha Centauri.
So I might as well play NeverWinter Nights, as he’s absorbed in his own laptop computer.
Thanks, Skippy!
I was explaining to HRH today that my life pretty much doesn’t exist after July 1. It’s not that I’m booked, it’s just that I’m so focused on July 1 being the deadline for the manuscript, plus my parents will be in town, and I’ll be doing the final concert of the season that night (which is the only reason I will not be downtown at the Jazz Festival listening to Susie Arioli) that it’s the Big Thing I’m Planning For. Only an e-mail from Debra the other day reminded me that I’m camping July 2-5 at Awakening Isis (which was fortunate). It was while I was relating this to him that I realised that I haven’t yet had a birthday this year.
“Yes,” said HRH. “Any idea what you want? People are starting to ask.”
Know what I want? I can’t even remember what day it is, let alone conceive of celebrating the joyous anniversary of my thirty-third year on the planet. And he wants gift suggestions?
So I’ve updated the wish list, for those who need to know. And I s’pose there ought to be a pub night. Don’t ask me when until after July 1, though, okay? Please?
All My Avatars: The Pagan Soap Opera
Read this only if you have a high tolerance for melodrama, and have moved your keyboard out of accidental spewing reach if you’re enjoying an iced tea. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Found at Locus Online:
Laura Freas advises: “When you next see the newest Harry Potter movie, watch for the scene in the classroom where a picture of a werewolf is projected on a screen. They bought the rights to reproduce Kelly Freas’ werewolf from his interior for [H. Warner Munn’s] The Werewolf of Ponkert.”
Cool.
At 6 AM I woke up with an excellent way to work “Mabel Figworthy” into a random novel scene, fell back asleep, and now I no longer have any clue what my brilliant idea was.
(Mabel Figworthy, BTW, is one of the proposals for the 2004 Montreal NaNo in-joke to be included in the November masterpieces of participating Montreal NaNo writers. Last year it was a psychic ferret, thanks to Miseri mishearing something I’d said in a crowded cafe.)
Today’s word count: 4,423
Total word count: 56,889
I’m spent. I had crazy dreams of hitting 58K today, but that would mean almost a 6K day, and frankly I think I’d be useless for days if I did that. I’m so close to 57K, but I’ve been pushing, and pushing, and pushing for so long today that if I push any more something will break. Possibly something valuable like crystal.
I should go get a Haagen-Daaz ice cream bar. That will help.
I spent six hours working on appendices yesterday, and only managed to add about nine hundred words to the damn manuscript. Bloody appendices. The absence of complete sentences does horrible things to my word count. So I opened a random chapter and expanded something which required elaboration, pushing the day’s count just over 1.5K.
I was thinking about a couple of chapters in bed last night as I was trying to fall asleep, and I got up this morning with tentative ideas. I’ve already added two pages to chapter 8, and I just might start chapter 2 today as well (finally – I mean, it’s only been, what, a month and a half?).
Next time, more than two months. Definitely. Absolutely. I may be a goddess, but I’m not stupid.