AETW: 636
Hell’s Belles: 868
exercise: weed-pulling

So, I got up at 9:55 a.m. (grudgingly, since it was after 2:30 a.m. when I turned the light out last night) to log on to the evil Ticketmaster to order tickets to a late-March Styx concert. Much to my amazement, I scored front-row, almost-dead-center (slightly on Larry’s side) seats! I’m gobsmacked!

I’ve decided just to stay up, because I have to get up early to go to the garment district tomorrow (and folks are meeting here, so I really do have to get up), and hopefully I’ll be tired enough tonight to get to sleep earlier than my recent nights.

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Reason # gazillion and one why I love my husband:

Me: There’s a Styx concert in Hot Springs AR [where his grandmother lives]. Another excuse to go! Hey, can we just follow them around the country on the bike?

Ken: Sounds great. It worked for Germany, so we should be able to do it here. We'll just have to drive a bit slower, and maybe skip Oregon.

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Sometimes I love my brain. There’s an erotica antho open right now, and I had no ideas for it. But I was chatting with Teresa via e-mail and she mentioned it, and I suggested we could write something together, because it had been awhile and we always have fun doing that. She thought that was a good idea, but didn’t have any story ideas yet. I was sitting here doing something else, and various things flitted through my brain, and voila! a great idea! I expected we’d brainstorm together for an idea, and that must have loosened something up in my head.

Now, I really wish my brain would explain to me what’s supposed to happen next in “Hell’s Belles”, because I’m truly at a loss.

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Best-laid plans… We were down to three folks coming to the garment district for sure, when the couple couldn’t find a babysitter. So I cancelled the trip. (Much later, I realised that because the final person had busted her butt to find a babysitter, they could have shared, but oh well.) And Maren is sick and won’t be coming over tomorrow night. Suddenly, my weekend stretches clear and empty (and possibly lonely) ahead of me. So I’m seeing if Meg wants to come down to do some sewing (we have two cotehardies almost entirely done for her, just needing things like hems and grommets). I’d like to go on the historic house tour, but I’m not entirely interested in going alone (it’s self-guided, and the neighbourhood isn’t the greatest). I’ll cast about to see if anyone else is going, or wants to go.

So, I figure, I’ll get some sewing and weaving done, and catch up on TV, and finish “Hell’s Belles” and write a few more thousand words on AETW, and maybe work on the collab with Teresa.

Right now, though, I’m tired from pulling weeds, so I’m going to sink into a hot bath with my new KKR book.

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Okay. Finished “Hell’s Belles”, finally! If anyone is willing to critique it (it’s 3K words), please let me know!

I also warped the inkle loom to make a Yule gift, and now I’m off to do some weaving at TV watching.

Did some of that, and then some work on AETW, blasting into that scene that was giving me problems the other day. I really did need some percolating time for my brain to remind me where we were going with it.

Tomorrow, the plan is for more writing, some exercise, some sewing, and a few other project updates, including wrapping some presents and digging out some holiday decortations. Yay!

Oh oh oh, and because I didn’t want to jinx it until it was definite: Ken’s coming home on Wednesday! A couple of days early, and he doesn’t have to go to Portland (there will be a conference call, though). We get to see “Return of the King” on opening day! We get to go to the GWW post-mortem BBQ together! My beloved’s coming home!