Saturday? Since when?
Sep. 4th, 2004 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingSomehow I misplaced Friday.
I swear I thought yesterday was Thursday, and that I'd have another day before my parents visited, bringing a kitchen cupboard thingy and my curtain rods. But today I woke up, took my pills, and noticed that I was taking Saturday's pill, not Friday's.
WTF???
So I checked my cell phone, and whaddaya know, it thought it was Saturday too.
Damn.
So not swift. So not good. My parents were due in less than an hour, all the showers were occupied, and my room was a mess.
It worked out in the end, more or less, but I was sitting on my bed hemming a pair of pants while wearing them -- because I had to have pants on to answer the door when my parents arrived, and all my other pants were dirty -- when they came and enlisted me into the grand "hauling heavy things up stairs" enterprise. Argh. So I was walking around with a half-hemmed cuff and a threaded needle stuck in my pants.
Not fun. Not fun at all.
But it was good to see them, particularly since it's my dad's birthday and I got to give him his present in person.
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On the writing front: am printing chapter 7 of "Secrets" today. Also decided, while I was on a roll, to outline all future chapters to the end of the fic. At the moment, it seems to end with chapter 14, but since the time period of chapter 11 is kind of fuzzy, I may well end up tacking another chapter in there somewhere. But it's a good feeling, to have the whole thing laid out in rough form, instead of only thinking a chapter or two ahead of myself.
Also did some work on chapter 4 of "First You Have to Get There." I don't like what I wrote, but I've discovered over the years that scenes which look like crap on first writing will often read much better a day or two later, once I'm out of the whole "I am the Goddess of Writing Perfection, and this must be the most brilliant thing ever or I'll delete it all and go sulk for days" mode.
I've gotten better about not slipping into that mindset, but I still fall into it now and then. *sigh* At least now I can recognize that I'm being screwy, and stop myself before I delete useful words.
I swear I thought yesterday was Thursday, and that I'd have another day before my parents visited, bringing a kitchen cupboard thingy and my curtain rods. But today I woke up, took my pills, and noticed that I was taking Saturday's pill, not Friday's.
WTF???
So I checked my cell phone, and whaddaya know, it thought it was Saturday too.
Damn.
So not swift. So not good. My parents were due in less than an hour, all the showers were occupied, and my room was a mess.
It worked out in the end, more or less, but I was sitting on my bed hemming a pair of pants while wearing them -- because I had to have pants on to answer the door when my parents arrived, and all my other pants were dirty -- when they came and enlisted me into the grand "hauling heavy things up stairs" enterprise. Argh. So I was walking around with a half-hemmed cuff and a threaded needle stuck in my pants.
Not fun. Not fun at all.
But it was good to see them, particularly since it's my dad's birthday and I got to give him his present in person.
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On the writing front: am printing chapter 7 of "Secrets" today. Also decided, while I was on a roll, to outline all future chapters to the end of the fic. At the moment, it seems to end with chapter 14, but since the time period of chapter 11 is kind of fuzzy, I may well end up tacking another chapter in there somewhere. But it's a good feeling, to have the whole thing laid out in rough form, instead of only thinking a chapter or two ahead of myself.
Also did some work on chapter 4 of "First You Have to Get There." I don't like what I wrote, but I've discovered over the years that scenes which look like crap on first writing will often read much better a day or two later, once I'm out of the whole "I am the Goddess of Writing Perfection, and this must be the most brilliant thing ever or I'll delete it all and go sulk for days" mode.
I've gotten better about not slipping into that mindset, but I still fall into it now and then. *sigh* At least now I can recognize that I'm being screwy, and stop myself before I delete useful words.
