Hooray.
If you don’t know what this post means, you probably wouldn’t care anyway!
Monthly Archives: November 2007
oh-for-two
| You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer |
 Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you’re from. And while you may have some problems being “normal,” you’ll have no problems writing sci-fi. Whether it’s epic films, important novels, or vivid comics… Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world! |
| Your Brain is Blue |
 Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow. You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don’t try to think away your troubles. Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life. |
The little engine that…
… isn’t entirely sure.
I wrote over 9000 words over the weekend and I think I broke my will to live, or at least write.
Look at that!
I finally have more words written than I am behind by. It can no longer be denied. I rock.
Because you can’t have too many meters
Gotta love those entitled editors
Here’s a real winner:
Please do not importune us with queries concerning the status of your submissions.
How about no one importune you with submissions of poetry, you overinflated gasbags?
Things I never thought I would say at work, but did
“Oh, did you Swiffer behind the desk… with your face?”
Said to the new office puppy.
Sinus rhythm
Two weeks of sinus headache.
A couple of days’ reprieve.
Two weeks of sinus headache.
A couple of days’ reprieve.
I could go on.
You get the picture.
The reprieve is now over.
Everyone back on your heads.
Julie needs a new pair of shoes (and this cd)
My shoes are broken. Not broken in. Broken. There is a pinch residing somewhere near the least of my metatarsals and it’s pissing me off.
On the bright side, I couldn’t really walk around Best Buy earlier today, so I lounged against a post. And in my lounging I spied a collaborative cd between Alison Krauss and Robert Plant called “Raising Sand.”
I haven’t bought it yet, but based on the samples it is built of many bricks of awesomeness. Door shut, window opened, shoes pitched.
Like the beat beat beat of a tom-tom
I think I officially am a whiner, but dammit! My ears are going nuts. I keep hearing popping and banging and it’s worse than an audition for a garage band drummer.
The NaNovel is going, barely. I used to be good at this whole writing on demand thingie.