So how goes the Doomy Summer of Editing DOOM? Bleh. I haven’t edited anything. I write, maybe a thousand words on Fidelis, maybe 300, maybe none, and I swim. That’s about all I’ve done. I blame the swimming, mostly. Since I was off work I have been swimming for an hour nearly every day. This, […]
Ahem. Yes, well… I have not fallen into a Pit of Nothing Accomplished as has happened before at the start of vacation. I’ve been working on Fidelis. I’ve been swimming nearly every day. I’ve been going to work. Yes, work. As in years past, I am not quite done when I am supposed to be
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Fidelis goes on. It is very slow going, but so worth it. (sadly, it goes so slowly I have little time to blog, alas.) I love this story. Also, I’m walking to Rivendell. Well, right now I’m swimming to Rivendell (converting an hour of swimming to three miles walked, as avg human speed is 3mph
I may have to run away from home (and the internets) to get anywhere on this blasted re-write. Damn it. 3900 words. That’s eighteen words added today. Bleh. I didn’t do too bad in other things. Actually cooked dinner AND did dishes, and looked over the kid’s homework and quizzed her on multiplication while I
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I came home and went to bed again. I hate that. I’m so tired from my subsistence-work, I can’t put any energy into my life’s work. *sigh* I haven’t heard back from mm.org yet. I’ve already pulled most of my stories, I guess tomorrow I’ll go pull the rest. If, you know, I’m not too
The Red Baron stopped by the other day. When this blog was my sanity and my refuge, he was one who stopped by regularly to let me know I was heard. It helped. It helped a lot. On May 14, 2004, my husband of not-quite seven years killed himself. I was afraid to fall apart
Long-term readers (if such there be) may have noticed a distinct lack of BJ in recent months. That’s because she moved. Unexpectedly, quickly, and not entirely willingly. It seems her mold allergy and her last apartment combined to eat her brain. I watched her go downhill, and I tried to get her out of there,