i'm blogging this
Jan. 25th, 2006 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I decided to wear that shirt today, the "I'm blogging this" shirt Z got me from thinkgeek.com for Christmas. Because I probably will be. Given my performance of yesterday. (Only, what, six entries? No, I'm not going back and checking in the interests of journalistic integrity.)
I went and did a recount of my writings yesterday. 6331 in one chunk, plus 704 in the other (I really thought that other chunk was bigger) means that my estimate of 8,000 was way, waaaay off yesterday when I was feeling so sorry for myself. Really I only wrote...
Is it pathetic that I just went for my computer's calculator? No! I can do that in my head. 7,035. Durrr.
OK, that's more than I thought when I started recounting, actually.
The first chunk is the one that's supposed to be a dramatic, climactic scene, and it's really... pretty flat. (They are Reunited after Nearly a Year and A Lot of Traumatic Things and also like a Thousand miles [er, ok, maybe like 400] and She Says... ... [wait for it. it took me weeks to write this], and I quote... : "Who the fuck are you?" Yes. Dramatic Love Scene ensues: "It's me! Your husband!" ... "You idiot! What are you doing here?" Yes: The Romance! The Passion! The Hiding of Dead Bodies! The Rapid Exchange of Disguises! The Denoument: "We'll talk later." Yeah. I'll take the literary world by storm.)
Sighhhhh. I'm blogging this.
Today I have cruelly forced Z to take the bus and am resolved to Get Out Of The House. I'm going to a) buy some more gardening supplies, as my snippy exchange with Burpee has resulted in them promising to send me the rest of my order so I can get started, and they'll send me the backordered snowpeas later free of charge (thank you for conforming to the behavior of the rest of the Internet. Never thought I'd say that), b) go to the post office, as my exchange with LandsEnd.com has resulted in my being deluged with requests to describe the problem by their IT department, and a "sure, return the jeans even without the tag" from the actual customer service folks, and c) go downtown to the tea shop where I've been meaning to go for like three months now but never have because they are never open. I want to buy tea, a new tea ball, and perhaps something else for Katy or Adam for Christmas.
Oh! Katy called last night. Phone ringing startled the everloving shit out of me, as I was in the midst of that Climactic Scene, above, which actually made sense while I was writing it but ceased to make sense directly afterward. It was nice to hear from her. She's been working half-days at work, but even that is rather enough to annoy her: she doesn't have a desk or a phone, so it's rather futile to have her report to work at all. And she's just spent a year in Baghdad with no weekends off, so she's entitled to grouse about only getting Fridays off and not Mondays too. ("But Major! We could have a four-day weekend!" "Kid, you're getting a month off next month. You can deal.")
It was seventy degrees in Savannah and she'd just planted "about a million" gladiola bulbs, and some lilies, and some other things. Adam's been starting the seeds for herbs, and has got his tomatoes ordered. His herbs have sprouted already and he's been putting them outside in the afternoons to get sun and to get hardened off for transplanting. It is a different climate there, what can I say. ("It snowed here today," I said helpfully. Katy's trying to get Adam worn down to considering New York State again, but he's pretty stubborn about still wanting to live Down South, and I sort of can't blame him. It's SEVENTY there, and it's SUPPOSED to be, unlike the mud-paradise we're having here this year.)
Yes. I need to go write about a thousand words more before all the shops open at eleven and I GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. Wheeeeee! (Also: I'm dressed like a real human today! It's really exciting. I look foxy. I'd post a photo but I lost my camera's cable before Christmas and have never found it. DUH.)
Oh yes, one more thing: I just went to fileg's site and shamelessly plundered two Karl Urban icons and a Kiera Knightley one that is very similar to one I was trying to make myself, so she gets bonus points for being inside my head. I believe I will be re-watching The Price Of Milk sometime shortly, I just don't know when. Isn't this icon awesome? It is awesome. I love the placement of the text.
Oh, oh, one more more thing:
I laughed so hard at this, Tehta's Tuor/Idril crackfic that I actually was compelled to attempt to explain to Z what was so funny. Which is a good hallmark of funnyness-- it's usually not worth explaining fanfic to him, but I tried, and this time, he laughed. So. It's very funny. Am going to reward myself with a reread and leaving a comment once I've written some words.
I went and did a recount of my writings yesterday. 6331 in one chunk, plus 704 in the other (I really thought that other chunk was bigger) means that my estimate of 8,000 was way, waaaay off yesterday when I was feeling so sorry for myself. Really I only wrote...
Is it pathetic that I just went for my computer's calculator? No! I can do that in my head. 7,035. Durrr.
OK, that's more than I thought when I started recounting, actually.
The first chunk is the one that's supposed to be a dramatic, climactic scene, and it's really... pretty flat. (They are Reunited after Nearly a Year and A Lot of Traumatic Things and also like a Thousand miles [er, ok, maybe like 400] and She Says... ... [wait for it. it took me weeks to write this], and I quote... : "Who the fuck are you?" Yes. Dramatic Love Scene ensues: "It's me! Your husband!" ... "You idiot! What are you doing here?" Yes: The Romance! The Passion! The Hiding of Dead Bodies! The Rapid Exchange of Disguises! The Denoument: "We'll talk later." Yeah. I'll take the literary world by storm.)
Sighhhhh. I'm blogging this.
Today I have cruelly forced Z to take the bus and am resolved to Get Out Of The House. I'm going to a) buy some more gardening supplies, as my snippy exchange with Burpee has resulted in them promising to send me the rest of my order so I can get started, and they'll send me the backordered snowpeas later free of charge (thank you for conforming to the behavior of the rest of the Internet. Never thought I'd say that), b) go to the post office, as my exchange with LandsEnd.com has resulted in my being deluged with requests to describe the problem by their IT department, and a "sure, return the jeans even without the tag" from the actual customer service folks, and c) go downtown to the tea shop where I've been meaning to go for like three months now but never have because they are never open. I want to buy tea, a new tea ball, and perhaps something else for Katy or Adam for Christmas.
Oh! Katy called last night. Phone ringing startled the everloving shit out of me, as I was in the midst of that Climactic Scene, above, which actually made sense while I was writing it but ceased to make sense directly afterward. It was nice to hear from her. She's been working half-days at work, but even that is rather enough to annoy her: she doesn't have a desk or a phone, so it's rather futile to have her report to work at all. And she's just spent a year in Baghdad with no weekends off, so she's entitled to grouse about only getting Fridays off and not Mondays too. ("But Major! We could have a four-day weekend!" "Kid, you're getting a month off next month. You can deal.")
It was seventy degrees in Savannah and she'd just planted "about a million" gladiola bulbs, and some lilies, and some other things. Adam's been starting the seeds for herbs, and has got his tomatoes ordered. His herbs have sprouted already and he's been putting them outside in the afternoons to get sun and to get hardened off for transplanting. It is a different climate there, what can I say. ("It snowed here today," I said helpfully. Katy's trying to get Adam worn down to considering New York State again, but he's pretty stubborn about still wanting to live Down South, and I sort of can't blame him. It's SEVENTY there, and it's SUPPOSED to be, unlike the mud-paradise we're having here this year.)
Yes. I need to go write about a thousand words more before all the shops open at eleven and I GET OUT OF THE HOUSE. Wheeeeee! (Also: I'm dressed like a real human today! It's really exciting. I look foxy. I'd post a photo but I lost my camera's cable before Christmas and have never found it. DUH.)
Oh yes, one more thing: I just went to fileg's site and shamelessly plundered two Karl Urban icons and a Kiera Knightley one that is very similar to one I was trying to make myself, so she gets bonus points for being inside my head. I believe I will be re-watching The Price Of Milk sometime shortly, I just don't know when. Isn't this icon awesome? It is awesome. I love the placement of the text.
Oh, oh, one more more thing:
I laughed so hard at this, Tehta's Tuor/Idril crackfic that I actually was compelled to attempt to explain to Z what was so funny. Which is a good hallmark of funnyness-- it's usually not worth explaining fanfic to him, but I tried, and this time, he laughed. So. It's very funny. Am going to reward myself with a reread and leaving a comment once I've written some words.
