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psalm_onethirtyoneDay Three: (begun at twelve o'clock. p m)
*peers up amusedly*
All right. Unless there's another ice age in two-thousand forty-eight, I cannot possibly fathom it being cool enough in August to 'do it' forty-seven times. Sorry. Heat makes me curl up in a ball and die.
...Aww, Lillie, I never knew. :D
And now for some actual substance...
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anima_mecanique, this is for you. Alternately, there's the main page, here. I find this all fascinating, and I hope you will, too. I mean, for heaven's sake, look at it. Gheeee. ^_^
This is forkaliscoo and mhari and tiamatschild, because it amuses me. And also because Kali beat me to it, wicked girl. This is from the same place. I like it when illustrators talk about their work, but now I feel terrible for the models. Hanging from a gate?
...Not that I've been, you know, looking for pictures to icon Mickle. Of course not. Heh.
...I'll just be finishing Nanni's story, now.
Paused to clean den. Have resumed, and am really almost finished, which is why it is being even more despicably difficult than usually. But I do mean to finish it. We're at the very last part. Unfortunately, the two mainest characters are behaving like Florian and Zara again. *prods them* The third one is behaving--like Justin when Justin is being smiley. It's driving me mad.
...Or not. O_O Why did you just--oh, wait, that's all right for you. ^_^ Just not for Justin. Okay, I'm working.
Two-thirty-six. I have everything but the last line. Oh, story, why do you hate me so?
...Mum likes Carnival, too! ^______^ I played her Mira, and she said it was so pretty. And she laughed at Rose and a Sword and a Cape--
Three-fifteen. Gar.
Three-sixteen. DONE.
Now mechanics. Spell-check and word count. And title. Bwahaha.
...omg. OMG. Fourteen pages. Seven-thousand words.ALL BAD. And thank God. Now I shall go pick flowers and clean the kitchen. And dance a little. And make Mum beta-read all fourteen pages. Oooooh. *twirls* Thank heavens...!
Cleaned the kitchen, picked flowers, made arrangements, Mum beta'ed. Made appropriate changes. Now I am going to POST LIEK WHOA. OMG.
Aaaand it's an hour later and I've made a hundred little corrections and could die &c &c authorial angst &c. But I get the rest of to-day off. I'll begin again to-morrow with whichever story wants to be written. Oh! And for writing, I've earned one hour of online time. I'm wondering whether I mean to save it and compile or spend it now. Oooh. *continues to be very, very, very silly*
Well, it's nearly nine o'clock now. Lord. The heat is monstrous.
We've written to Aronnax, Nanni, and Snowy--Zara's letter to Florian continues to come Slowly, Slowly, Slowly. A sentence a day, on average, is written, unless it's half a sentence. Woman, what ails you? Grah.
We're also more than halfway done with The Kestrel. I--had forgotten quite the details of Stock's death. I cried. I cried, I cried. Zara raged. Life continues amusingly.
...The temptation appears to be less 'MUST NOT BE MICKLE' and more 'MUST NOT BE LUTHER. DAMN IT'. But I have a cool username and everything! But I haven't got any girls, and I am getting desperate for one. Zara does not count. Waugh. I won't be both.Ahhh, the horrifying issues in my life.
Zara (that's the one who isn't a bad-tempered red-haired revolutionary) telephoned! ^___^ Unfortunately, there was a dinner party scheduled for to-night that I failed to have realised, so it was a short discussion. We reminiscenced. We discussed our respective issue-crammed Shakespearian sillies. I love Zara.
At this point, I must go back and help with dinner party!cleanup, since that's what I do, for heaven's sake, self. I wash dishes and clean and--I am so not doing my job. >_< I lose.
Winning a little bit more, since by now I am doing my job.
Oh! O_O I just remembered that I need to make a cake to-night for Roger at church. Oh, dear. I'd entirely forgotten. I don't think I'll be getting to bed early to-night--though I may finish The Kestrel, since I'll need to read during the fifty minutes it takes the cake to bake. Oh, goodness.
All right! Everything's clean, my cake's in the oven, and I've only got to run up and fetch The Kestrel and I'll settle down and read.
...I miss everybody so much, in the worst way. But I will not cave. Not that I haven't, you know, already caved a little in part, as DF and my flist can probably tell, but... I have far too many things to finish, and I won't give up now. Rarr. All the same, I want to cry a little. So much lonely. *flails*
But I'll feel better to-morrow. And that's one down, eight to go.
*peers up amusedly*
All right. Unless there's another ice age in two-thousand forty-eight, I cannot possibly fathom it being cool enough in August to 'do it' forty-seven times. Sorry. Heat makes me curl up in a ball and die.
...Aww, Lillie, I never knew. :D
And now for some actual substance...
anima_mecanique, this is for you. Alternately, there's the main page, here. I find this all fascinating, and I hope you will, too. I mean, for heaven's sake, look at it. Gheeee. ^_^This is for
kaliscoo and mhari and tiamatschild, because it amuses me. And also because Kali beat me to it, wicked girl. This is from the same place. I like it when illustrators talk about their work, but now I feel terrible for the models. Hanging from a gate?...Not that I've been, you know, looking for pictures to icon Mickle. Of course not. Heh.
...I'll just be finishing Nanni's story, now.
Paused to clean den. Have resumed, and am really almost finished, which is why it is being even more despicably difficult than usually. But I do mean to finish it. We're at the very last part. Unfortunately, the two mainest characters are behaving like Florian and Zara again. *prods them* The third one is behaving--like Justin when Justin is being smiley. It's driving me mad.
...Or not. O_O Why did you just--oh, wait, that's all right for you. ^_^ Just not for Justin. Okay, I'm working.
Two-thirty-six. I have everything but the last line. Oh, story, why do you hate me so?
...Mum likes Carnival, too! ^______^ I played her Mira, and she said it was so pretty. And she laughed at Rose and a Sword and a Cape--
Three-fifteen. Gar.
Three-sixteen. DONE.
Now mechanics. Spell-check and word count. And title. Bwahaha.
...omg. OMG. Fourteen pages. Seven-thousand words.
Cleaned the kitchen, picked flowers, made arrangements, Mum beta'ed. Made appropriate changes. Now I am going to POST LIEK WHOA. OMG.
Aaaand it's an hour later and I've made a hundred little corrections and could die &c &c authorial angst &c. But I get the rest of to-day off. I'll begin again to-morrow with whichever story wants to be written. Oh! And for writing, I've earned one hour of online time. I'm wondering whether I mean to save it and compile or spend it now. Oooh. *continues to be very, very, very silly*
Well, it's nearly nine o'clock now. Lord. The heat is monstrous.
We've written to Aronnax, Nanni, and Snowy--Zara's letter to Florian continues to come Slowly, Slowly, Slowly. A sentence a day, on average, is written, unless it's half a sentence. Woman, what ails you? Grah.
We're also more than halfway done with The Kestrel. I--had forgotten quite the details of Stock's death. I cried. I cried, I cried. Zara raged. Life continues amusingly.
...The temptation appears to be less 'MUST NOT BE MICKLE' and more 'MUST NOT BE LUTHER. DAMN IT'. But I have a cool username and everything! But I haven't got any girls, and I am getting desperate for one. Zara does not count. Waugh. I won't be both.
Zara (that's the one who isn't a bad-tempered red-haired revolutionary) telephoned! ^___^ Unfortunately, there was a dinner party scheduled for to-night that I failed to have realised, so it was a short discussion. We reminiscenced. We discussed our respective issue-crammed Shakespearian sillies. I love Zara.
At this point, I must go back and help with dinner party!cleanup, since that's what I do, for heaven's sake, self. I wash dishes and clean and--I am so not doing my job. >_< I lose.
Winning a little bit more, since by now I am doing my job.
Oh! O_O I just remembered that I need to make a cake to-night for Roger at church. Oh, dear. I'd entirely forgotten. I don't think I'll be getting to bed early to-night--though I may finish The Kestrel, since I'll need to read during the fifty minutes it takes the cake to bake. Oh, goodness.
All right! Everything's clean, my cake's in the oven, and I've only got to run up and fetch The Kestrel and I'll settle down and read.
...I miss everybody so much, in the worst way. But I will not cave. Not that I haven't, you know, already caved a little in part, as DF and my flist can probably tell, but... I have far too many things to finish, and I won't give up now. Rarr. All the same, I want to cry a little. So much lonely. *flails*
But I'll feel better to-morrow. And that's one down, eight to go.
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Date: 2005-07-31 05:37 am (UTC)...Aren't I? D:Sure, but... Mrr. So hungry. ...Wait, wrong reference.
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Date: 2005-07-31 06:05 am (UTC)...sure, why not?...with a big nose?
*...oops* ...wait, this comment? Or yours? Or... oh. Oh. *NIXXON...?*