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Jan. 19th, 2010 06:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanYesterday the goal was to get through 200 pages of the final runthrough of PACK OF LIES before sending it into production. This is the authorial line-edit stage, where I try to pick up any of the small (or not so small) details I missed when doing large-scale revisions. Like going from using a telescope to a magnifying glass; it can leave you a little cross-eyed.
I got through 190 pages before my brain fell over and I was good for nothing except #askadrinkingwriter on Twitter, and watching Castle (which I thought should have used the A plot as a B plot over two episodes, as despite all the emotional meat it wasn't a very satisfying meal). Then, for some reason, my brain decided to go read some run-ups to today's election in Massachusetts (argh), and so I am running on 4 hours sleep.
Note to self: pls remember when you stay up to 2am, you will wake up at the usual 6am anyway. This never ends well.
Today is the usual clutter of to-do list, including the remainder of the line-edit, plus Boomerang gets to go to the vet. Can lugging his moose-ness to the vet qualify as my weight-lifting for the day?
And if you live in MA, remember to vote. However it turns out, it's not something that should be decided by voter apathy!
EtA: and Boomer has seen the vet, and the vet has seen Boomer. And he is now, officially, On A Diet. Which means so is Pandora. Oh, this is going to be fun. Not.
I got through 190 pages before my brain fell over and I was good for nothing except #askadrinkingwriter on Twitter, and watching Castle (which I thought should have used the A plot as a B plot over two episodes, as despite all the emotional meat it wasn't a very satisfying meal). Then, for some reason, my brain decided to go read some run-ups to today's election in Massachusetts (argh), and so I am running on 4 hours sleep.
Note to self: pls remember when you stay up to 2am, you will wake up at the usual 6am anyway. This never ends well.
Today is the usual clutter of to-do list, including the remainder of the line-edit, plus Boomerang gets to go to the vet. Can lugging his moose-ness to the vet qualify as my weight-lifting for the day?
And if you live in MA, remember to vote. However it turns out, it's not something that should be decided by voter apathy!
EtA: and Boomer has seen the vet, and the vet has seen Boomer. And he is now, officially, On A Diet. Which means so is Pandora. Oh, this is going to be fun. Not.
