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Nov. 21st, 2005 04:27 pmAnother day of fog. I suspect that it's freezing fog, too. I don't envy Dave driving home....
It's forecast to be -5C tonight, and we'll be lucky if it gets above freezing tomorrow. Deep joy. This is the sort of weather that makes hibernation look like a fucking great idea.
However! Dave has finally given in to my whines about being cold, and turned on the radiator in the computer room. Despite growing up in the frozen wastes of the north, I get very, very cold in winter and the rooms in the extended part of the house just leak heat. So, I'm now toasty and warm in the majority of rooms in the house.
The sheer joy of being warm has led me to complete a Foo Fighters story that's been lying around on my hard drive for months. Next up, in my quest to clear out WIPs, is an Authority/Bach Tight Five fic that's also been lying around, thumbing its nose at me.
I haven't forgotten NaNo, and I am scribbling notes each day--spread over at least four notebooks and a few envelope backs so far--but it was obvious from about day 5 that I wasn't going to make the target. What I'm taking away from the experience though, is the realisation that I can write an incredible amount when I stop worrying about whether each word works and deserves to be on the page. So. I plan to sit down and thrash out a proper outline of the story, and then finish it. It's not too bad, if I do say so myself.
Incidentally, if anyone finds themself in need of something dark and uncomfortable to read, they could do worse than start reading Heather's Roughing It over at Rockfic. I adore that story and I'll pimp it until the day I die.
It's forecast to be -5C tonight, and we'll be lucky if it gets above freezing tomorrow. Deep joy. This is the sort of weather that makes hibernation look like a fucking great idea.
However! Dave has finally given in to my whines about being cold, and turned on the radiator in the computer room. Despite growing up in the frozen wastes of the north, I get very, very cold in winter and the rooms in the extended part of the house just leak heat. So, I'm now toasty and warm in the majority of rooms in the house.
The sheer joy of being warm has led me to complete a Foo Fighters story that's been lying around on my hard drive for months. Next up, in my quest to clear out WIPs, is an Authority/Bach Tight Five fic that's also been lying around, thumbing its nose at me.
I haven't forgotten NaNo, and I am scribbling notes each day--spread over at least four notebooks and a few envelope backs so far--but it was obvious from about day 5 that I wasn't going to make the target. What I'm taking away from the experience though, is the realisation that I can write an incredible amount when I stop worrying about whether each word works and deserves to be on the page. So. I plan to sit down and thrash out a proper outline of the story, and then finish it. It's not too bad, if I do say so myself.
Incidentally, if anyone finds themself in need of something dark and uncomfortable to read, they could do worse than start reading Heather's Roughing It over at Rockfic. I adore that story and I'll pimp it until the day I die.
