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Mar. 28th, 2004 01:28 amUltimately, we forgot to white out the extra numbers. Well, we considered it, but we were running late (we thought) at getting it in the mailbox before the mailman showed up, and we weren't sure where the white out was, so we just threw it in the mailbox as it was.
From a discussion I had with mek today, I should warn people that the mysteries I was talking about last night are basically cozy mysteries with spec elements, which is a different approach than the Anita Blake books. Me, I love cozy mysteries, and thus I loved all three books. :) read the second one this morning, and the third one right after that. We watched Firefly and did needlework this evening, and I'm almost done with another romance.
I can't decide if I'm going to take a bath (and read) or just go right up to bed (and read). I'm sore and sick feeling--my mom has a cold, and I've probably got it, plus I was raking outside this afternoon for a bit, which gave me sore shoulders and more pollen than I really wanted. And since my mom's sick, I didn't make dinner, she just snacked on some frozen stuff we have, and I was going to eat something, but I keep eating things that make me so sick to my stomach all night, so I'm gradually getting an aversion to just about everything. Which is usually when I stop eating anything useful at all, and then I get tired all the time and cranky and can't think right. Hopefully what i make tomorrow won't make me sick, cause I really love that dish and I'd hate to stop making it.
Since my mom had mozzarella sticks for dinner, I ate, oh, dove dark chocolate eggs and raspberry gingerale. Last night at the Conservation district dinner, I had mashed potatoes and bread and butter (and cake), and then today all I had otherwise was a bowl of leftover stroganoff, which is probably not helping the rational parts of my brain keep from having nervous breakdown at the thought of moving to Boston. I don't remember being this scared before moving to DC. I know I wasn't before I moved home, but I guess that's because I thought everything would be so simple, and would work out the way I wanted them do, and then nothing did and so now I get to freak out and cry at the thought of moving because I'm so scared I'll mess up.
I did get briefly distracted by a brisk shredding of Nightlight by Cat Freeze--she doesn't crit all of my stories, so I forget what an excellent job she does. This one was particularly helpful as she'd seen other versions, and remembered problems she'd had with parts, which made it a very happy crit because she several times said things like, "I don't see that problem with this draft." and such, so bounce happily around the room everyone. She had a couple of those things which sound impressive--"Give their relationship more of a role in the story." which sound ominous and like I'll be rewriting everything, but which luckily usually resolve into like, two sentences and a stray thought, and bingo, all good. So I'll think of them tonight and tomorrow, and for a few days or so.
From a discussion I had with mek today, I should warn people that the mysteries I was talking about last night are basically cozy mysteries with spec elements, which is a different approach than the Anita Blake books. Me, I love cozy mysteries, and thus I loved all three books. :) read the second one this morning, and the third one right after that. We watched Firefly and did needlework this evening, and I'm almost done with another romance.
I can't decide if I'm going to take a bath (and read) or just go right up to bed (and read). I'm sore and sick feeling--my mom has a cold, and I've probably got it, plus I was raking outside this afternoon for a bit, which gave me sore shoulders and more pollen than I really wanted. And since my mom's sick, I didn't make dinner, she just snacked on some frozen stuff we have, and I was going to eat something, but I keep eating things that make me so sick to my stomach all night, so I'm gradually getting an aversion to just about everything. Which is usually when I stop eating anything useful at all, and then I get tired all the time and cranky and can't think right. Hopefully what i make tomorrow won't make me sick, cause I really love that dish and I'd hate to stop making it.
Since my mom had mozzarella sticks for dinner, I ate, oh, dove dark chocolate eggs and raspberry gingerale. Last night at the Conservation district dinner, I had mashed potatoes and bread and butter (and cake), and then today all I had otherwise was a bowl of leftover stroganoff, which is probably not helping the rational parts of my brain keep from having nervous breakdown at the thought of moving to Boston. I don't remember being this scared before moving to DC. I know I wasn't before I moved home, but I guess that's because I thought everything would be so simple, and would work out the way I wanted them do, and then nothing did and so now I get to freak out and cry at the thought of moving because I'm so scared I'll mess up.
I did get briefly distracted by a brisk shredding of Nightlight by Cat Freeze--she doesn't crit all of my stories, so I forget what an excellent job she does. This one was particularly helpful as she'd seen other versions, and remembered problems she'd had with parts, which made it a very happy crit because she several times said things like, "I don't see that problem with this draft." and such, so bounce happily around the room everyone. She had a couple of those things which sound impressive--"Give their relationship more of a role in the story." which sound ominous and like I'll be rewriting everything, but which luckily usually resolve into like, two sentences and a stray thought, and bingo, all good. So I'll think of them tonight and tomorrow, and for a few days or so.
