(personal/writing) Busy, busy, busy

Lots to do today. I've already started - 1 load of laundry folded and brunch eaten. I've got a bunch to do, so I'm posting my list so I can keep track.

Busy Sunday To-Do list:

1. Write 4k on Seasons
2. Finish laundry
3. Make burgers for dinner
4. Make beef pasta for the week
5. Make pancakes for the week
6. Make bacon for the week
7. Start my seeds

I'm breaking it up into 30-minute stretches (except for when I'm watching the game, which I'm writing through) and I'm in FM chat - feel free to stop by and say hi!

(birthday) Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, mizkit!

(seasons) Metrics for 6/1/08

starting count: 70623
ending count: 72257
change: +1634

starting line:
“So where are we?”

ending line:
“We’re not going after him. What part of that wasn’t clear?”

darling:
Crouched in the corner of the room, still within the Walls Between the Worlds, was the giant spider he’d seen before. Sylvia’s limp soul lay in the spider’s front legs, being wrapped quickly in the sticky strands of Chaos-infused webbing, and poison dripped from her fangs.

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More deaths. More arguements! More confusion.

I love it when a good story explodes in a clusterfuck. :D