bookkeeping
Oct. 26th, 2004 12:44 pmToday, 1700 words or so, finishing a rough draft of a something-or-other. (I hope it's a story, but I'm not entirely sure.) I have exceeded my thousand-word quota, which makes me feel all smug and self-satisfied, even with the little voice in the back of my head pointing out that none of those words was on Kekropia wherein I am still stuck like a megatherium in a tar-pit.
But still. Something accomplished. And it helps balance out the disgruntledness of another rejection letter (making 4 turnips that I need to lob out again--I'm getting behind).
matociquala is reiterating a question asked by
epicyclical, i.e., Why do you write? Which I think is a good question, and people come up with some very interesting answers. But I go to answer it, and there's no there there. I end up sitting like a clock half-struck.
I think I shall go eat lunch.
But still. Something accomplished. And it helps balance out the disgruntledness of another rejection letter (making 4 turnips that I need to lob out again--I'm getting behind).
I think I shall go eat lunch.
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Date: 2004-10-26 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-26 12:02 pm (UTC)