There's a yap party in my pants...
Dec. 20th, 2005 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonThis is the first day in about two and a half weeks that there's been breathing space at work. Everyone decided they had to have their research projects done before the Christmas break, stuff they'd been sitting on for months. You know, the usual.
But starting Friday, I'm on vacation until January 3. I am so so so looking forward to it. Inevitably, I'll have to do some unpacking and rearranging on the homefront, but I am also hoping to get a good chunk of writing done. I will not promise anything so rash as finishing the novel...but it could happen. If sloth does not overtake me.
Novel talk of the day: That is to say, talk about the novel, not necessarily anything novel.
I desperarly want to get Night Warrior gone so I can concentrate on other projects, like Charged with Folly. I almost rebelled today and decided I'd work on something else, but no. No, no, no. Must. Suck-it-up. And. Finish. That's what separates the women from the girls, right?
In today's scene there were all these people yapping and yapping and yapping. They've been having a yap party all week and won't shut up no matter how much I pound the ceiling with a broom or threaten to call the cops. All the chitter chatter is because they're trying to avoid the big fight scene—they can't fool me. But today I managed to shove them all the way up to the opening of it before I had to go back to work. They have no choice but to fight now. (Although the way they've been dragging their heels, they may take a notion to discuss the air speed of a swallow carrying a coconut instead.) (I will not allow this to happen, and no smart ass better ask whether it's a European or an African swallow, either. If anyone gets thrown into the Pit of Doom, I'm doing the throwing.) (I am the author, after all, and I'm in charge.) (You hear?)
But starting Friday, I'm on vacation until January 3. I am so so so looking forward to it. Inevitably, I'll have to do some unpacking and rearranging on the homefront, but I am also hoping to get a good chunk of writing done. I will not promise anything so rash as finishing the novel...but it could happen. If sloth does not overtake me.
Novel talk of the day: That is to say, talk about the novel, not necessarily anything novel.
I desperarly want to get Night Warrior gone so I can concentrate on other projects, like Charged with Folly. I almost rebelled today and decided I'd work on something else, but no. No, no, no. Must. Suck-it-up. And. Finish. That's what separates the women from the girls, right?
In today's scene there were all these people yapping and yapping and yapping. They've been having a yap party all week and won't shut up no matter how much I pound the ceiling with a broom or threaten to call the cops. All the chitter chatter is because they're trying to avoid the big fight scene—they can't fool me. But today I managed to shove them all the way up to the opening of it before I had to go back to work. They have no choice but to fight now. (Although the way they've been dragging their heels, they may take a notion to discuss the air speed of a swallow carrying a coconut instead.) (I will not allow this to happen, and no smart ass better ask whether it's a European or an African swallow, either. If anyone gets thrown into the Pit of Doom, I'm doing the throwing.) (I am the author, after all, and I'm in charge.) (You hear?)
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Date: 2005-12-20 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-21 09:50 am (UTC)The alternative is stony silence on all fronts, and that's never good.