Blargedy blarg

1020 words on Dreams tonight. And I dusted off "The Violet Hour", pruned a couple hundred words, and printed her out again. This feels funny, because this story is no longer true. It didn't happen that way at all anymore. Holly was there, and Peter wasn't such a jerk, and there were a lot more ghosts. And a lot more sex, some of it disturbing and squicky. But I don't actually hate the story, even though the beginning is slower than molasses in winter, so I'll let her earn another rejection or two. Because the world needs more Lovecraftian category romance.

Belated Exercise Report

I forgot to tack yesterday's on with the wordcount.

20 mins gothercise, weights (though not as many reps as I usually do).

Without a scale it's hard to track progress, but I notice muscle definition in my arms, and my ass is much less like bread dough than it was a few weeks ago. At least the spread of writer-ass is definitely halted.

The hang of it

I managed to get a story in the mail in the five minutes before work today, without needing to triple-check the address, or the SASE, or pet the manuscript, or generally dither. Which certainly means I spelled the editor's name wrong, or didn't use adequate postage. :P

Today is the first day of the semester. The students are back. I probably shouldn't hiss or growl at them, or eat them... Darn.

Some call me...

You are Tim the Enchanter! Sure you can blow up
small objects, but no-one really respects you.
But you'll have the last
laugh...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


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