update

Off work today because I have to work tomorrow to transfer keys to the head of my company, who I have, as you might imagine, less than a fondness for.

So today is AC and laundry and cleaning the house day because tsarina arrives on Tuesday. I have been lax, beyond lax, in making Official Plans, so people just email her and sort stuff out. She is, among other things, hilarious.

I am, among other things, plagued by mosquitos. Not even meaphorical ones -- I mean my wrist is twice its normal size with a mosquito bite. I've never had them so go for the joints before -- I've got two at my elbow and one at my ankle too.

Lesbian documentary called again. My shoot is back on, but now involves going to a couple of bars with the crew and seeing if the girlies dig the clothes. Ummmm... people scare me.

Speaking of clothes, time to send the last of my measuresments and paypal in for my Regency duds.

I slept late, which was good, but it discombobulates me.

Also, just noting, as I look at my Snape coat, why do Snape and Hermione in Snape/Hermione fics never fight about cat hair. I mean... oh my god, what a nightmare.

My inability to make linear progress on the origfic (I must succumb and just call it my novel) continues to Utterly plague me. I just want to write and plow forward, but I spin and spin and spin. That said, the heroine has finally taken on her own rather specific form in a way that I did not intend. But there she is. Hopefully the somewhat causal party will be thrilled and not weirded out. I think so, but eeky. I'd like to have a sheaf of papers to shove at her as opposed to dorky speechifying. In a way, I worry most about the name -- it's hard for me to settle on names, but I love what I have -- I worry others won't. Once characters have names for me, they are true. Changing names is very hard for me (although the one time it had to be done recently, it worked out really well). Amusingly, I wrote a little chunk in gmail while at work the other day, and the only ad that comes up next to it is "improve self-esteem."

Finally, (and this is on a professional, not personal note) I am such a less jealous person than I used to be, but I am such a jealous person. I try hard to merely be envious instead, but sometimes claws. I can't be everything, I remind myself all the time, and I do so much, but often if feels like I'm just saying it to assauge my chomping little demons of ambition and don't believe it at all. I suppose it has to be that for me to do what I do, but it's unbecoming.

And now to do the gluten-free waffle happy dance.

Strings

I don't really know how long this will ultimately be (so I guessed), nor is this title the permanent one (I hope), but I'm writing and making progress and _thrilled_ with it as a first draft. And the meter helps me chug on.

2,191 / 150,000 (1.5%)

The meter will appear every day that I work on this and every Saturday regardless of whether I've worked on it or not as a way to highlight stangation should that be the case. Oct 14th is exempted, as I'll be out of town.