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dragonlady7Sleepy.
Went to birthday party @ club diablo-- scooterist dude had actually booked the whole bar for the night, and you had to be on the list to get in, and the beer was free. Was amusing. Came in and immediately spotted Jackdaw's bagpiper: greeted him with a "Hey-- I haven't hated on anybody recently!" which he found amusing.
(Is that true? I forget. Oh wait, no it's not true. I hated on the Pogues last week, didn't I? *hangs head in shame* Now I'm not just a hater, I'm a liar too! But perhaps I can plead absent-mindedness?)
I also told him how I'd told Z's mom about the incident and she'd just about enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. She teaches in South Buffalo and Jackdaw are gods there.
Me, I dunno nothin' about South Buffalo. I'm shockingly ignorant.
Work: was unexceptional, except that the girl in the Club went home sick so I went in there instead. And, pleasantly enough, I had my laptop with me (to be honest, I hadn't expected her to show at all, given that it's her last day; I'd come prepared to go in there from the start), so I sat down with The Novel, distilled it into one single document containing the entirety of the final draft of the story, and determined that the flashback opening was dumb, and I frequently pull the hero out of character in his dialogue. Grim, but easily fixable, and I was making happy progress when the shift ended, and that annoyed me. Eh well.
I'm too sleepy now, and I reek of smoke. It being a private party, there was smoking in the bar, which I mean, whatever, but I'm so spoiled now that I have entirely gotten out of the habit of expecting to smell like hell when I come home from going Out.
I'm going to finish that novel. A customer asked me if I was doing homework on the laptop, and I had the nerve to answer, "Actually I'm writing a novel," which I don't usually have the nerve to say. It sounds... I dunno, pretentious.
It's 235 pages long, single-spaced at Palatino 12-point. It's long enough that Word doesn't keep a running wordcount tally anymore. I'm cutting it down. but I still have to write the end.
I will. It's going to be a good story. I just sort of need to simplify it.
And I have to decide on something, a detail that struck me today: the hero is a barbarian sort with a lot of tattoos. What do you think, should I give him facial tattooing as well, or should I leave things a bit more subtle? Can't decide. Face ink: hot or not?
Went to birthday party @ club diablo-- scooterist dude had actually booked the whole bar for the night, and you had to be on the list to get in, and the beer was free. Was amusing. Came in and immediately spotted Jackdaw's bagpiper: greeted him with a "Hey-- I haven't hated on anybody recently!" which he found amusing.
(Is that true? I forget. Oh wait, no it's not true. I hated on the Pogues last week, didn't I? *hangs head in shame* Now I'm not just a hater, I'm a liar too! But perhaps I can plead absent-mindedness?)
I also told him how I'd told Z's mom about the incident and she'd just about enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. She teaches in South Buffalo and Jackdaw are gods there.
Me, I dunno nothin' about South Buffalo. I'm shockingly ignorant.
Work: was unexceptional, except that the girl in the Club went home sick so I went in there instead. And, pleasantly enough, I had my laptop with me (to be honest, I hadn't expected her to show at all, given that it's her last day; I'd come prepared to go in there from the start), so I sat down with The Novel, distilled it into one single document containing the entirety of the final draft of the story, and determined that the flashback opening was dumb, and I frequently pull the hero out of character in his dialogue. Grim, but easily fixable, and I was making happy progress when the shift ended, and that annoyed me. Eh well.
I'm too sleepy now, and I reek of smoke. It being a private party, there was smoking in the bar, which I mean, whatever, but I'm so spoiled now that I have entirely gotten out of the habit of expecting to smell like hell when I come home from going Out.
I'm going to finish that novel. A customer asked me if I was doing homework on the laptop, and I had the nerve to answer, "Actually I'm writing a novel," which I don't usually have the nerve to say. It sounds... I dunno, pretentious.
It's 235 pages long, single-spaced at Palatino 12-point. It's long enough that Word doesn't keep a running wordcount tally anymore. I'm cutting it down. but I still have to write the end.
I will. It's going to be a good story. I just sort of need to simplify it.
And I have to decide on something, a detail that struck me today: the hero is a barbarian sort with a lot of tattoos. What do you think, should I give him facial tattooing as well, or should I leave things a bit more subtle? Can't decide. Face ink: hot or not?
