Entry tags:
2006-04-28
Entry tags:
Beginnings Suck. Repeat Ad Infinitum.
"Thief" Writing Log
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233 / 4,000 (5.8%) |
Writing periods completed: 2
Words yesterday: 233
Total words: 233
Reason for length: Beginnings suck. The end. ...Oh, wait, that comes much later.
Overused word: god
Gratuitous word: transgressors
Type of scene: Ack! Being pursued by monks!
Challenge(s): See "Reason for length"
Which line is it anyways? They're all awful, ok? All the lines are awful. All of them. This story is terrible.
Other writingy stuff:
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Yesterday's Day Log: Yay! Farmer's Market.
6:30 a.m. - alarm goes off
Nooooooooooooooo! After the Muse's birthday celebrations, I am exhausted, hung-over, and slightly drunk. Time to go to work.
7:00 a.m.
Evidence is found that there was a tragedy in the night. Foundling has chewed off the string of Himself's new yo-yo about two inches up. There is much lamenting.
11:45 a.m. - en route to home
Farmer's Market has started again in downtown Minneapolis! Yay! I wander through the streets, eat the free samples of cinnamon sugar almonds and fresh cheese curds, smell the flowers and fresh herbs, eye the strange vegetables speculatively. It's not quite in full swing yet--there are stalls that I know are missing, and the assortment looks slightly patchy to my eye--but it's a good beginning.
1:46 p.m.
Urgh. I swear I already took painkillers. Stupid body.
2:11 p.m. - working on writing
I am beginning to seriously doubt the worthiness of the Absolute Write newsletter as a writing newsletter. I frequently suspect that the articles are written by people who know less about writing than I do. It just doesn't come across as particularly...professional.
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Nooooooooooooooo! After the Muse's birthday celebrations, I am exhausted, hung-over, and slightly drunk. Time to go to work.

Evidence is found that there was a tragedy in the night. Foundling has chewed off the string of Himself's new yo-yo about two inches up. There is much lamenting.
11:45 a.m. - en route to home
Farmer's Market has started again in downtown Minneapolis! Yay! I wander through the streets, eat the free samples of cinnamon sugar almonds and fresh cheese curds, smell the flowers and fresh herbs, eye the strange vegetables speculatively. It's not quite in full swing yet--there are stalls that I know are missing, and the assortment looks slightly patchy to my eye--but it's a good beginning.
1:46 p.m.
Urgh. I swear I already took painkillers. Stupid body.

I am beginning to seriously doubt the worthiness of the Absolute Write newsletter as a writing newsletter. I frequently suspect that the articles are written by people who know less about writing than I do. It just doesn't come across as particularly...professional.
( Read more... )
Entry tags:
- art,
- photograph,
- pretty,
- weird
Playing on Glass
Yeah. Um. Last post of the night. Promise!
Had a lot of fun arranging some scanner art. There are more and higher resolution versions of these images on my flickr account.

( Slightly creepy vegetable matter )
Had a lot of fun arranging some scanner art. There are more and higher resolution versions of these images on my flickr account.

( Slightly creepy vegetable matter )