mootmom (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} mootmom) wrote,@ 2003-11-06 08:17:00 |
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A wonderful Wednesday. (I love that word!)
(yesterday was)Day: 05/30
Words: 11,318/50,000
Yesterday didn't go quite as I planned it, but that's life. Sealing out wild rodents while keeping track of my own and keeping them clean and not smelly took up too much of the morning so I didn't get to morning yoga. Pout, pout.
But the NaNo Write-in at OVC went REALLY well! It was an all-chick write-in: there were seven of us and we all made some good progress! (Nice to meet Keiko and skateadams finally! And so sorry you were "sick", marcopolo...) I've found myself over 1/5 of the way through my word count and nowhere near even beginning to advance my so-called plot (which does firm up daily, I'll grant you). I've gotten onto a tangent (which started from a dare posted on the Dares thread in the NaNo forums) and I've got to wrap it up today and get back to the story. It's been fun to write, but it's not relevant to what I want to do -- I may just drop it for now and remember that I can come back to it later and finish it off, if I need more words (ha ha ha!) and would find it entertaining. It will almost definitely be excised from the final product. Tonight is Coffee Society: yay! I hope to bring philiphool if he's finished enough of his homework.
And although I will write more later about this in my weblog, I had a fantastic time at the Simon and Garfunkel concert last night. The music was better than ever: Paul Simon has been one of the geniuses of 20th Century songwriting, and it seems all too clear that he hasn't been accorded the recognition for that which he richly deserves. As the Merc reviewer described it, they seemed less like two "Old Friends" than like a divorced couple meeting at a mutual child's wedding and forced to be nice to each other. No wait, I take that back -- Artie was lovey and huggy and clearly happy to be there, and his voice soared with love and glee. You could count the times Paul smiled on one hand: they stood out by their uniqueness. Paul seemed bitter, unwilling to give up whatever he still carried around with him from their painful split(s) years ago. I even saw Paul brush off Artie's genuinely affectionate hug or arm-over-shoulder at least twice, seeming to be annoyed by it. Both have lost some hair: Paul's silky black mop has thinned noticeably (no baseball cap this time), but surprisingly, Artie still has that albino afro -- it just starts a lot further back on his head now.
I just realized that I'll probably repeat much of this in my weblog, so I'll stop here. Apologies to anyone who ends up reading it twice.
(yesterday was)Day: 05/30
Words: 11,318/50,000
Yesterday didn't go quite as I planned it, but that's life. Sealing out wild rodents while keeping track of my own and keeping them clean and not smelly took up too much of the morning so I didn't get to morning yoga. Pout, pout.
But the NaNo Write-in at OVC went REALLY well! It was an all-chick write-in: there were seven of us and we all made some good progress! (Nice to meet Keiko and skateadams finally! And so sorry you were "sick", marcopolo...) I've found myself over 1/5 of the way through my word count and nowhere near even beginning to advance my so-called plot (which does firm up daily, I'll grant you). I've gotten onto a tangent (which started from a dare posted on the Dares thread in the NaNo forums) and I've got to wrap it up today and get back to the story. It's been fun to write, but it's not relevant to what I want to do -- I may just drop it for now and remember that I can come back to it later and finish it off, if I need more words (ha ha ha!) and would find it entertaining. It will almost definitely be excised from the final product. Tonight is Coffee Society: yay! I hope to bring philiphool if he's finished enough of his homework.
And although I will write more later about this in my weblog, I had a fantastic time at the Simon and Garfunkel concert last night. The music was better than ever: Paul Simon has been one of the geniuses of 20th Century songwriting, and it seems all too clear that he hasn't been accorded the recognition for that which he richly deserves. As the Merc reviewer described it, they seemed less like two "Old Friends" than like a divorced couple meeting at a mutual child's wedding and forced to be nice to each other. No wait, I take that back -- Artie was lovey and huggy and clearly happy to be there, and his voice soared with love and glee. You could count the times Paul smiled on one hand: they stood out by their uniqueness. Paul seemed bitter, unwilling to give up whatever he still carried around with him from their painful split(s) years ago. I even saw Paul brush off Artie's genuinely affectionate hug or arm-over-shoulder at least twice, seeming to be annoyed by it. Both have lost some hair: Paul's silky black mop has thinned noticeably (no baseball cap this time), but surprisingly, Artie still has that albino afro -- it just starts a lot further back on his head now.
I just realized that I'll probably repeat much of this in my weblog, so I'll stop here. Apologies to anyone who ends up reading it twice.
