Day 3 of Don't Move (the 5 things edition)

[lagilman]

1. Leg update: holds weight, at least for a while. Can walk without limping, for about 10 steps. Flexing the leg still not recommended, as that HURTS. Managed to sit at the desk for a few hours today, yay! Still under effective apartment arrest, tho. Losing my mind. Anyone who wants to come by and visit, feel free! Bring chocolate.

2. Yesterday I got no writing at all done. Today, 3,500 new words, and we're so far off-script it's terrifying. Still I think I begin to hear the dragon warming up at the end of the tunnel. Which is good, as I'm stuck on everything else right now, waiting for feedback and/or paperwork.

3. I got an e-mail from an editor announcing that she had gone far over wordcount on an anthology, and could she please hold my story for another (unnamed) project. Since I was dubious about the fit of this story and antho to begin with (the editor pushed for me to send the story in) I'm more relieved than disappointed, but not sure I want to let her just hold onto it. Anyone want a longish modern not-quite-a-retelling of The Nutcracker? Anyone? Bueller?

4. A reminder that you have another 36 hours to enter the win-an-ARC contest! And for those of you also on Facebook, you have another chance to win over there....

5. A friend (and I use that term loosely) sent me a link to Leverage fic, just to make me cry...

"Nate woke up with a start, and relief consumed him when he realized he was in his own apartment. The reality of his night mare had convinced him that the last couple weeks had been a delusion. FA mirror across from him disclosed that he was still wearing the navy blue button down shirt, and the pare of dark jeans that he had been wearing -but he stopped. How long had he been out? And why didn't he remember crawling into bed?

He spun around and looked at the clock beside the bed. 6:50pm. From down stairs he heard Hardison. It was the same tone he used whenever Hardison was briefing them on a client. They were working a con? Nate walked out of his room. The medal steps felt cold against his bare feet."

I... don't even know where to begin. No wait, how about a basic control of the English language?

(and if I ever, ever see any of you claim that a mirror "disclosed" something, and you're not on drugs that make inanimate objects talk, I will slap you into tomorrow, I swear I will...)

Comments

[martianmooncrab.livejournal.com]

headlines read "Durance Vile Will Not Hold Meerkat!"

hope you heal quickly and can run free again.

[jslinder.livejournal.com]

Still trying to decode 'FA mirror'...

[lagilman]

I suspect that one was "just" a typo.

[terri-osborne.livejournal.com]

Let me get my fecal matter together and drag my own self out of bed. I need to hit CVS for pain meds, too, so the CVS run is well-timed. The joints are still killing me.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Anyone who wants to come by and visit, feel free! Bring chocolate.

Damn, I wish I could come. I have chocolate. We could write at each other, and hurl chocolate rewards grudgingly at opportune moments. (I have chocolate wasabi peas! How wrong is that?)

[lagilman]

1000 words? A truffle! 2,000 words? A rum truffle!


[You so very much have to get to Word War some day...]

[isabeau.livejournal.com]

*stares at the Leverage fic*

*whimpers*

(*edits to use correct icon and also offer chocolate*)

[rosefox]

What would be a good time to come by tomorrow?

[lagilman]

anytime from noon to midnight...well, before midnight, ideally...

[mtlawson.livejournal.com]

Um, that fanfic reads like some writing samples I saw in high school, a ::mumble mumble:: number of years ago.

(and if I ever, ever see any of you claim that a mirror "disclosed" something, and you're not on drugs that make inanimate objects talk, I will slap you into tomorrow, I swear I will...)

Oh well, there goes the talking mirror story out the window...