Today's Thursday. Self-imposed due-date is Saturday evening. In the vernacular of The Kids These Days: I suck.
Where, in the name of space monkeys, does one buy flavor syrups for tasty beverages (alcoholic types AND/OR coffee types AND/OR soda types) in this day and age? I just want coconut syrup, for pity's sake, not the "piña colada" mixes that claim to taste like coconut and pineapple, and often list no plant matter in their ingredients whatsoever.
Why do so many of the LJ Styles leave so much real estate empty on the screen?
- More writing. Three segments are particularly short, not sure what's going to happen with the other freakin' nine.
- Today is Thursday;
wash sheets and towels, scrub toilets, dust and de-cobweb one of the common rooms.
- Make legs and feet more presentable.
- MORE WRITING. That end segment, "date succeeded", is going to be medium-length, which seems to mean a page and three quarters.
Find out what's the deal with Brute Force Leather: try yet again to use website contact form. If it doesn't immediately mail me some sort of "oh hi, you used the contact form" message this time, call them. "Whatever happened to my corset, ordered and paid for last DragonCon?" Gotta be some reasonable explanation.
- Thaw substances for Saturday dinner. Possibly do some pre-cooking.
Exercise. Also throw skunk for Mifune. Also sit with Belle and pet her a while, in hope of re-establishing nonadversarial relationship.
- Meditation Times may wind up being skipped today, as when will I fit it in?
- More writing!
Brute Force Leather: Successfully contacted, and corset will be on the way next week.
Another segment done, edited, and posted; ten to go. Some of the trouble with these is that the male lead has had very little on-screen time, and the GM hasn't done a whole lot to establish personality (or ethical boundaries, or style). He's got courage, and some presence, and has yet to fully adjust to the idea that Vanya is actually capable of taking care of herself in combat. (He has, however, already been thoroughly chewed out for the Sheer Dumb of jumping in front of her during combat. Won't happen again. Probably.)
Belle is not interested in being petted, or indeed sat with, much less re-establishing any nonadversarial relationship where I am the Alpha Broad. Sigh.
I am just about beat. Segment partially written, but I'm starting to get to the point where everything I write is dumb.