bookkeeping

emperor: 560 words, to finish Chapter 3.

I'm starting to feel like I need a "don't ask, don't tell" policy on the dissertation. 'Cause I don't want to work on it, and clearly it doesn't want to be worked on. I'll open the file, but I think what's actually going to happen this morning is the fourth chapter of emperor.

... any amount of work, as long as it's not the work you're supposed to be doing. *sigh*

Some days I know the Red Queen was right.

Another rejection letter. (I knew this one was coming, really, because this editor never likes my stuff quite well enough to buy it, but it still makes me cranky.)

I'm gonna have to go to the post office next week. Three stories to go out now, although I have yet to figure out where I'm going to send any of them.

I will not second-guess myself on the basis of one editor's opinion. Lather, rinse, repeat.

ink-geek!

About 50% of my writing is done by hand, and done with a fountain pen. Consequently, fountain pen ink is a matter of great and perhaps excessive importance in my small and easily-distracted mind. (ooh, shiny thing!)

One of Mirrorthaw's aunts, who is a calligrapher and understands these things, listened with patience and sympathy at Christmas as I bemoaned the discontinuation of Sheaffer's Burgundy and Parker Penman's Ruby and my inability to find an ink that has the sort of dried-blood look I want. And now she has given me a bottle of Private Reserve's new Black Cherry ink, and it is gorgeous. It looks even more like dried blood than the Parker Penman Ruby did. And it writes well.

I am v. v. pleased.

new age marsupials

ursulav has started a Wombat Tarot. This is the Page of Swords.

bookkeeping

emperor ch. 4: 1,265 words

Also 4 pages on the dis.

Verdict: Not a bad haul.

Having slept badly last night, I should probably make an effort tonight--you know, show up on time, know my lines, that sort of thing. Whether I really want to or not.