Well, it's been a truly anticlimactic weekend. After escaping pseudo-redneck hell Friday night while hanging out with
revseandoe, the highlight of my weekend is a tossup between sleeping and reading the Seattle Gothic crackboards. [edit, 9:41 p.m.: except for an afternoon dalliance with
damashita about which you don't need any more information except to note that alexander didn't interrupt- which is so unlike him. Nothing defines coitus interruptus like having an almost-4-year-old burst in on you.]
Yet again, i intended to get more writing on the novella, and yet again i failed to do so. Should probably take the laptop to work one day this week and write. Of course, that'd mean that i'd be guaranteed to be busy with real work-like work and wouldn't have a damn minute to write....
Yet again, i intended to get more writing on the novella, and yet again i failed to do so. Should probably take the laptop to work one day this week and write. Of course, that'd mean that i'd be guaranteed to be busy with real work-like work and wouldn't have a damn minute to write....