Month: November 2006

I don’t do this very much anymore, but I thought my desktop today is quite pretty.

I work nights this weekend, my Duncan friends. That’s 3-10 officially and 3-9:30 unofficially.

I broke 40 000 today, and I also broke 41 000 by writing 4200 words.

Now I have to think of something to happen next.

I also have for the Nano site to by working so I can post said word count. Shoo!

Seriously. I don’t know what happens next. This is the farthest in the future I’ve ever brought these guys and I just used up my last plot point.

(And no, as enjoyable as it would be, I don’t think I can write 9000 words about Coss and Abby making out. I’ve written almost 90 000 about them NOT making out… ok. Never mind.)

New Year’s Resolution

#1 Stop fingering the TV. Especially those Mac ads, even though I think they’re deserving. Condescending Mac personification… never mind.

(I’m starting early because I might be busy at New Years)

A Song I Like

I’ve heard a cover of the Nirvana song “Lithium” performed by The Polyphonic Spree. It makes me happy. The Nirvana version makes me happy, too. I like new things.

It occured to me last night (and this was a head-slapping moment for me) that I was just rewriting Hana Yori Dango. It really shouldn’t be a surprize, because I am always rewriting Hana Yori Dango. But I was surprized anyway. (And the rich-boy poor-girl thing isn’t even just from HYD, it’s just that HYD is the blatently obvious reference to a whole schwack of my plot points.) (Seriously, I almost need footnotes and a works cited page.)

Which mean, of course, that now I am rereading all my HYD. And don’t forget the new Live Action Season that will be coming out in Japan soon. Yay #1 and Yay #2.

I’ve been at the computer too much today. But this is where I have stuff to do, so arrg!

I wrote a poem today.

Pom-pom socks
Pom-pom socks
Don’t work
With Boots

*8*8*8*

I wrote. I organized my draft-zines into envelopes. My mum liked the disclaimer at the beginning of issue 3 of Tiny String.

I was at ballet class tonight (hehe) and my teacher corrected my second position (hehe). I like ballet class. Especially today because I wasn’t dancing like a total gimp. Last week it was like I had had a stroke because my left side wouldn’t do anything I told it to do, like point my toes. I’m better now.

This post is directed to my audience of Susan:

Yesterday (at work shh) I wrote five and 1/3 pages of story on recycled paper, stapled the corner of the pile, folded this package in half and then in thirds and put it all into a small envelope. The envelope was addressed to myself. The return address was “Lindsie Nicholas, Happy Land, Tra-La!”. I then stamped it “Air Mail” and threw it (through the air) into my bag. This morning I recieved it, opened up, and tryped up the words for my Nano. HOORAY!

But sadly, this weekend, my average words per day has gone up to about 1900. Shoot.

(That last part wasn’t necessarily just for Susan.)

I’m glad I read this article because now I know how to smell spell “sneakiness”

Hint: It’s not spelled “sneakyness”!

My horoschope suggested that I not go out today. Stupid. But

a) it was raining hard when I left.
b) they didn’t have what I wanted at Shoppers
c) the photocopier at Staples jammed, copied the wrong way, and then my copy card ran out.
d) the girl at the desk (there was only one girl) was doing some big photo talk with a customer and I needed to refil my card to make only 10 more copies.

Grr.

So I went to Liz at Copycat and she made 10 copies and did the chopping for me in one great cut. And when I left the rain had stopped. Moral: take photocopying to Liz.

Noted to self: Staples never has what I need. Stop going there.

Hmm.

Now I’m just grumpy and probably need to go for a nap. Or I’m dehydrated? Should have stood in the rain longer.

ps. I made the font on the programs prettier.