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So, I went out to pony up the phone bill and pick up Deluge, the latest CSI:NY novel. Well, the phone bill got paid, but the book was a wash. You have to order it. Even though it was released today. I can only surmise that the first two Kaminsky masterpieces went over like a tinseled turd on a tea tray and Borders thus forewent the temptation to host the third dollop on their shelves. I'll check Barnes and Noble on Friday, but I don't hold out much hope.
I'm so sleepy; I never do well after a day in the sun. I get headachy and stuporous and heavy, and all creative impetus grinds to a halt. Still, I had to bear the drain on my energy resources, else my phone would be turned off, and the cupboard would be bare, and besides, there is still the slender hope of a few hundred words before the NCIS season finale.
The ficcing list I made a few days ago continues to pay dividends. I started Part XVI of Danse Macabre yesterday and logged 1,443 words. Having a barometer of my progress is wonderful; I've made lists before, yes, but I'd never thought to pin them and make them private, so they always fell off the page of most recent entries and into obscurity. Pinned, this list is always the first entry I see, and it goads me, challenges me to increase the current word count if I dare.
Enough rhapsodizing abut the geeky joy of pinned lists. I'm going to veg and wait for NCIS and sacrifice a chicken, a Tums, and a roll of toilet paper for the death of one Jeanne Benoit.
I'm so sleepy; I never do well after a day in the sun. I get headachy and stuporous and heavy, and all creative impetus grinds to a halt. Still, I had to bear the drain on my energy resources, else my phone would be turned off, and the cupboard would be bare, and besides, there is still the slender hope of a few hundred words before the NCIS season finale.
The ficcing list I made a few days ago continues to pay dividends. I started Part XVI of Danse Macabre yesterday and logged 1,443 words. Having a barometer of my progress is wonderful; I've made lists before, yes, but I'd never thought to pin them and make them private, so they always fell off the page of most recent entries and into obscurity. Pinned, this list is always the first entry I see, and it goads me, challenges me to increase the current word count if I dare.
Enough rhapsodizing abut the geeky joy of pinned lists. I'm going to veg and wait for NCIS and sacrifice a chicken, a Tums, and a roll of toilet paper for the death of one Jeanne Benoit.
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