what a writer's workday looks like
Jan. 26th, 2007 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanchores accomplished: washed dishes, did the sweeping. cleaned litter boxes.
exercise: none. I have been a sofa-bound slug. Unless...how many calories does typing burn, anyway?
business correspondence: back-and-forth with Adam the Wonder Assistant over some Russian in the proofs. An exchange with Mademoiselle Agent over a project in play.
freelance project: I haven't even opened the damned file today. No guilt.
words written (so far):1,400. Goal is 2,500 words for the day. 2,300 as of 10pm. Total weekend goal is 7,500. Totally doable.
blankets used: one quilt, one fleece. The cats moved between those and the kitty condo. The apartment stayed pretty warm so long as the sun was out. Now? Not so much. Time to turn the heat up.
movies watched: it's Paul Newman's birthday, or something: "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," "The Hustler," "Hud."
food eaten: Toast. And a bagel. And, um. It's time for dinner, isn't it? Would it be very cruel to call for delivery on a night like this? Yeah, probably.
Tomorrow I have to leave the house for small random things, and friends are calling me to go to a beer tasting. We Shall See.
ETA: via Walter Jon Williams the LJ-less, Tasteful Notecards for the 21st Century
ETA2: I actually have been watching several evolving political stories, including Bush's "I'm in Charge, So Screw You, And If You Disagree The Terrorists Have Won" troop build-up plan, but I haven't had the time to get anything coherent together for posting. Maybe this weekend...
exercise: none. I have been a sofa-bound slug. Unless...how many calories does typing burn, anyway?
business correspondence: back-and-forth with Adam the Wonder Assistant over some Russian in the proofs. An exchange with Mademoiselle Agent over a project in play.
freelance project: I haven't even opened the damned file today. No guilt.
words written (so far):
blankets used: one quilt, one fleece. The cats moved between those and the kitty condo. The apartment stayed pretty warm so long as the sun was out. Now? Not so much. Time to turn the heat up.
movies watched: it's Paul Newman's birthday, or something: "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," "The Hustler," "Hud."
food eaten: Toast. And a bagel. And, um. It's time for dinner, isn't it? Would it be very cruel to call for delivery on a night like this? Yeah, probably.
Tomorrow I have to leave the house for small random things, and friends are calling me to go to a beer tasting. We Shall See.
ETA: via Walter Jon Williams the LJ-less, Tasteful Notecards for the 21st Century
ETA2: I actually have been watching several evolving political stories, including Bush's "I'm in Charge, So Screw You, And If You Disagree The Terrorists Have Won" troop build-up plan, but I haven't had the time to get anything coherent together for posting. Maybe this weekend...
