At least there’s no ice down here. #cold #miserable #amwriting #barely

The million voices you Force-heard this morning was only me screaming a million times in my head over how cold it was at the bus stop. Dear god. 15 degrees wind chill! I stagger into my foyer at work and, since I’m surrounded by windows, it’s 55 degrees in here and won’t get above 65 all day. I’m dressed in layers but this is an insidious Southern cold and it’s making me cranky. Wow, even my coworker from the Ukraine is hissing over it.

On the writing front I managed 100 words last night. Whoa, slow down there, Zippy. You’ll hurt yourself. I managed some good editing and a couple of words of foreshadowing, though. Go me.

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Gardening woes. #gardening #damnweather

My balcony on Saturday and then my balcony on Sunday. Mother Pus Bucket! It’s way too much to ask for the seasons in North Carolina to be consistent. Still, it was an ideal little snow. No ice, no wrecks, and it all melted away as soon as the sun came out. Still too cold to put my flowering plants back out but the cat doesn’t eat them so hey.

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A bird just shit in my morning cup of tea. #spring #thanksalot

Got me on the shirtfront, too. Life. Don’t talk to me about life.

But anyway,  I need to do ANOTHER rewrite because G4 just doesn’t have enough cowbell. It’s hard for me to look at my work as a reader. All I see is the amount of effort spent and how much hard work it’s going to take to fix it. Bleah. But it’ll be fixed this weekend.

I’ll have the time. We’re getting a sprinkle of snow on Sunday and Raleigh is already screeching to a stop. I might even miss work on Monday. Saturday is clear, though, and I’m (probably) off to Quail Ridge Books to see Jenny Lawson, the Bloggess. I usually don’t do fannish things (went to a Star Trek/Xena convention and was traumatized for life) but I really love her blog and I want to see what a genyoowine writerly event looks like.

Have a good weekend!

Reality gets in the way of production again. #amwriting

Okay, the latest book’s rough draft won’t be finished over the weekend. On Saturday I did Spring cleaning and kicked a nasal spray habit. That monkey on my back was left over from my cold last month and compounded by my allergies. Bleah! Snooorrrt!

Sunday was much better and I took G4’s action up to the Final Showdown. Now I just need to write that and all my falling-action scenes. The end! So I’m at 90% of the rough draft and that feels great. Almost as great as, y’know, being able to breathe again. Ahhh!

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