And more writing. Hey, maybe this laptop wasn’t a vanity purchase after all.

Cannot for the life of me figure out how to network my computers. Suspect that XP and Vista do not want to cooperate. I wouldn’t care so much, except my frickin’ music is all over on Gertrude (the PC in the basement), while Violet (the laptop) has very few tunes to her name.

Time to wash up and make dinner. Yay!

Words were written.

Things were said.

Chew what we’ve bitten,

it’s off to bed.

(Tired of sittin’

Eyelids of lead

Still I’m smitten

by Poison to the Dead.)

Unexpected sex scene. 500 words of boring heroics (!) cut, 1000 words of “um, what just happened?” written.

I’d do more, but I gotta sleep.

If you happen to read this,

Rose was born.

Child actress,

On the fifth day of the snow

Busy weekend taking care of the house and cooking meals. But I have many meals cooked now, and the sink is empty, and the litter is fresh, and the lawn is mowed, and it seems likely I might make some good headway on the bo…on the writing. (I’m not calling it a book until I have 40k words.)

I washed my revising mug today. My revising mug was the cup I drank tea from while I sat at my kitchen table, editing Firebird’s Wish. It was particularly dirty, but that is what baking soda is for.

Sleeeep.

Writing: Wheee!

In other news: I think I’m going to let my SFWA membership expire. It doesn’t seem like I use it for anything except getting a discount on my lark@sff.net account. Which is ridiculously overpriced to begin with. $8 a month? For email? Why am I paying this again?

Actually, that’s an excellent question I keep forgetting to answer. A lot of things are tied into that address. I should probably move them and then kill it.

It happened again.

Sleepy time! ::yawn::

Something…something got written.

I’m not going to say anything else.

We must be careful, lest the muse flit off to a nightclub again.

So far: 3000 words

How it’s going: I have no idea what my characters are doing.

Where it’s going: Hot water, stat.

Where it’s been: Kai and Rain’s roles re-purposed to star-crossed lovers, Myr is now the Woman With No Name. OH LOOK, SOMEONE LIKES A GENRE.

Item of note: Written entirely using Google’s Doc program. Makes it very easy to write a chunk at work when I’m on break, and none of the feature creep of Word. Awesome.

I’m haunted

By the lives that wove the web

Inside my haunted head

I’m in the midst of a crunch at work, so work on the book suffers.

I did boost my memory on my home machine, though, and I am thrilled to say that Word docs now load in 5 seconds instead of (no joke) 60.

Still liking WriteItNow.

Beeeeed.

All clothed in a snowy shroud

She had no heart so hardened

All under the boughs unbound