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2003-01-10 10:05 PM Share with us your passion for awhile BH: 2023
I consider that a pathetic showing for yesterday, but I’m not going to dwell on it. I was awfully tired, and I know that slowed me down. We went out for a nice Thai dinner last night, stuffed ourselves silly, then came back and lounged on the bed like beached whales. We went to bed early and slept for about 10 hours, and that was A Good Thing. Right before I turned out the light, though, I grabbed a notebook and scribbled about a page of notes about what comes next, with one-sentence summaries about the rest of the chapters in the book (because I’m deviating somewhat from my original outline in terms of what happens when). So I’m prepared for today. It’s 10 a.m. now. Time to get started. Goal is to write for 1 hour/1K, then shower and straighten (we have to check out by 1 because we’re going to Eugene tonight for An Tir Twelfth Night), then at least another 1K before Ken comes to get me for lunch. 11 a.m. Just over 500 words. Not my best showing. 11:30 a.m. Showered, mostly packed. Back to work. 1 p.m. Closing in on 2K. Ken on his way to pick me up. 2:15 p.m. I’m in the lobby of LSI. Can’t go in any deeper because I don’t have the security clearance. I feel very exposed. Oh well. Not much I can do but work! We ate lunch at a McMinniman’s Pub—it’s a local chain run by McMinniman’s Brewery. I had a glass of their ruby ale, which I love. Light, and tastes like raspberries. I used to have a t-shirt with a witch on it, an advertisement for that ale, that I bought at a different M’s Pub years ago. I have no idea where I lost it. Ah well. Anyway, I had a very nice gyro, and got to meet the engineers Ken’s in charge of here. 4 p.m. I’m barely getting anything done. I’m sleepy again. I need a cup of tea! It just occurred to me that I haven’t had any caffeine. This is the worst time of day for me to try to write. Argh! Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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