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So, I lost my debit card in December. Since then, I have been finding small random things that were on the card - like this LJ. I don't know yet if I'm going to boot it back up to paid. I might not. I don't know yet. We'll see.
Yesterday was a lovely day spent with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
argus7hills. He surprised me in bed with a stuffed puppy (so silky-soft!), a giant tea mug, a box of chocolate-covered cherries (yum!) and a card that made me tear up. He's so good to me. Despite all my complaining. :D I adore him. We then played WoW all day - my mage is up to level 33 now! Two more levels, and I will be able to make us some kick-ass bags. And other stuffs.
Today, I am dealing with major sinus pressure - this cold is killing me. But now that Rum has gone out, I need to get cracking on Rites. It's time to start really buckling down. Writers write - it's just what we do. Whether or not we feel like writing. :D I've actually been doing about 500-1000 words a day (except yesterday), which isn't bad, but I'd like to step it up a bit. Attempting to do so this week. Then again, it's a treatment week, so I might not. I'm not sure right now - the headache is blocking a lot of stuff.
We'll see.
Metrics from Saturday:
Starting Count: 3963
Ending Count: 4778
Net Gain: 815
Starting line:
Not just her mentor, Edgar Rothman, the original owner of the house, dead two hundred years before, but his niece Marietta, dead nearly as long, and both of them looked less than pleased.
Ending line:
He noticed then that she was hurt too: blood trickled from a cut hidden somewhere in her blond hair down the side of her cheek, and a bruise was forming on her high cheekbone.
Darling:
Something within Nikki snapped, and dark Power rose up in her, igniting a black fire around her. “He may have been a psychopath, but he had some good ideas,” she snarled, and even Edgar took a step back from her. “One of which is that someone in a box can’t bother you unless you get in the box with them. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
I'm experimenting with being in chat but only looking at the screen after doing 10 minutes of writing. We'll see if that works.
Yesterday was a lovely day spent with
argus7hills. He surprised me in bed with a stuffed puppy (so silky-soft!), a giant tea mug, a box of chocolate-covered cherries (yum!) and a card that made me tear up. He's so good to me. Despite all my complaining. :D I adore him. We then played WoW all day - my mage is up to level 33 now! Two more levels, and I will be able to make us some kick-ass bags. And other stuffs.Today, I am dealing with major sinus pressure - this cold is killing me. But now that Rum has gone out, I need to get cracking on Rites. It's time to start really buckling down. Writers write - it's just what we do. Whether or not we feel like writing. :D I've actually been doing about 500-1000 words a day (except yesterday), which isn't bad, but I'd like to step it up a bit. Attempting to do so this week. Then again, it's a treatment week, so I might not. I'm not sure right now - the headache is blocking a lot of stuff.
We'll see.
Metrics from Saturday:
Starting Count: 3963
Ending Count: 4778
Net Gain: 815
Starting line:
Not just her mentor, Edgar Rothman, the original owner of the house, dead two hundred years before, but his niece Marietta, dead nearly as long, and both of them looked less than pleased.
Ending line:
He noticed then that she was hurt too: blood trickled from a cut hidden somewhere in her blond hair down the side of her cheek, and a bruise was forming on her high cheekbone.
Darling:
Something within Nikki snapped, and dark Power rose up in her, igniting a black fire around her. “He may have been a psychopath, but he had some good ideas,” she snarled, and even Edgar took a step back from her. “One of which is that someone in a box can’t bother you unless you get in the box with them. Would you like me to demonstrate?”
I'm experimenting with being in chat but only looking at the screen after doing 10 minutes of writing. We'll see if that works.
