Weekend update

Adam went to work; he'll be working all weekend.

We got new stuff for the house.

Adam bought sheet straps for the bed, so we no longer need to worry about the bottom sheet coming undone; we are both very restless sleepers.
Jason is replacing all the outlets in the house. The work will mean that Adam will take off the financial equivalent from Jason's rent debt, which is good.
New alarm clock to replace the dying old one. This one plays CDs, currently playing Apoptygma Berserk.
New phone for the downstairs, to replace the dying old one.

Adam is leaving for California for three weeks. He'll be working on two jobs for NASA. Three weeks. Starting Wednesday. He'll be home in early September. I'm trying to put my mind back in the "husband will be leaving for more than two weeks, must prepare" mode.

I need to finish up Chapter 16.

Weekend update

Adam went to work; he'll be working all weekend.

We got new stuff for the house.

Adam bought sheet straps for the bed, so we no longer need to worry about the bottom sheet coming undone; we are both very restless sleepers.
Jason is replacing all the outlets in the house. The work will mean that Adam will take off the financial equivalent from Jason's rent debt, which is good.
New alarm clock to replace the dying old one. This one plays CDs, currently playing Apoptygma Berserk.
New phone for the downstairs, to replace the dying old one.

Adam is leaving for California for three weeks. He'll be working on two jobs for NASA. Three weeks. Starting Wednesday. He'll be home in early September. I'm trying to put my mind back in the "husband will be leaving for more than two weeks, must prepare" mode.

I need to finish up Chapter 16.

Weekend update

Adam went to work; he'll be working all weekend.

We got new stuff for the house.

Adam bought sheet straps for the bed, so we no longer need to worry about the bottom sheet coming undone; we are both very restless sleepers.
Jason is replacing all the outlets in the house. The work will mean that Adam will take off the financial equivalent from Jason's rent debt, which is good.
New alarm clock to replace the dying old one. This one plays CDs, currently playing Apoptygma Berserk.
New phone for the downstairs, to replace the dying old one.

Adam is leaving for California for three weeks. He'll be working on two jobs for NASA. Three weeks. Starting Wednesday. He'll be home in early September. I'm trying to put my mind back in the "husband will be leaving for more than two weeks, must prepare" mode.

I need to finish up Chapter 16.

Tapping the writerbrain: Blocked

Oh, hell.

My writerbrain just crapped out on me.

I have one page to go before this chapter ends and I've gone blank (I'm just shy of the eight page minimum, you see, and if I do not meet it by tomorrow I lose my privileges; but beyond that it's about me being blocked).

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Erm.

*tries to think*

I am in the middle of a scene in which three dead people are discussing something that may be destroying the world, and one of them is considering calling up a deity and asking her to lend a hand, and the deity will say... something profound, possibly. Most likely "No, sorry" and "Humans really should work out their reality-destroying problems by themselves" and something else to show that I will not be using any deux ex machina in this book.

Tapping the writerbrain: Blocked

Oh, hell.

My writerbrain just crapped out on me.

I have one page to go before this chapter ends and I've gone blank (I'm just shy of the eight page minimum, you see, and if I do not meet it by tomorrow I lose my privileges; but beyond that it's about me being blocked).

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Erm.

*tries to think*

I am in the middle of a scene in which three dead people are discussing something that may be destroying the world, and one of them is considering calling up a deity and asking her to lend a hand, and the deity will say... something profound, possibly. Most likely "No, sorry" and "Humans really should work out their reality-destroying problems by themselves" and something else to show that I will not be using any deux ex machina in this book.

Tapping the writerbrain: Blocked

Oh, hell.

My writerbrain just crapped out on me.

I have one page to go before this chapter ends and I've gone blank (I'm just shy of the eight page minimum, you see, and if I do not meet it by tomorrow I lose my privileges; but beyond that it's about me being blocked).

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

Erm.

*tries to think*

I am in the middle of a scene in which three dead people are discussing something that may be destroying the world, and one of them is considering calling up a deity and asking her to lend a hand, and the deity will say... something profound, possibly. Most likely "No, sorry" and "Humans really should work out their reality-destroying problems by themselves" and something else to show that I will not be using any deux ex machina in this book.

No, it's actually Chapter 17.

I messed up with the chapter numbers.
Chapter Sixteen had already been finished.
This one is Chapter Seventeen.
D'oh.
I'm finishing Chapter Seventeen now.
Almost done!

No, it's actually Chapter 17.

I messed up with the chapter numbers.
Chapter Sixteen had already been finished.
This one is Chapter Seventeen.
D'oh.
I'm finishing Chapter Seventeen now.
Almost done!

No, it's actually Chapter 17.

I messed up with the chapter numbers.
Chapter Sixteen had already been finished.
This one is Chapter Seventeen.
D'oh.
I'm finishing Chapter Seventeen now.
Almost done!