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Lots o' work today. I hate urgent yet slow projects. I hate the "hurry up and wait!" thing this book is doing.

I made zucchini bread that refuses to get cooked all the way through. It's vegan, so undercookedness won't kill me or anything, but it's a little too moist yet in the middle.

I accidentally did something in the post-apocalyptic fairy tale that makes things harder for my character and more interesting for the reader. I LOVE it when I do that. She had a kind of fling with someone who later joined the bad guys. I put that in so she could feel guilty about breaking it off when they could really use inside information. Then I tra la la'd off to another part, came back to my girl, and had her snoop around Bad Guy Central and get saved by someone who has something they want. Then my brain went, "*poing* HEY! One of them knows her quite well by description. They'll know exactly who she is." Am I lucky, or smarter than I think? I'm going with the one that lets me sing "I am so smart! S-M-R-T, I am so smart!" :-D

I am in NUB with shoebox_project. The first installment made me laugh so hard I almost went and closed my window so Mr. Next Door, who was sitting on his porch, wouldn't think I was a complete lunatic.

In which gratuitous capitalization ensues!

Listening to the Rockfords' Croc show. Much relieved that even though I no longer have The Problem, I still think they're brilliant.

That Other Band, too, for which thank god because I own their entire last two tours on CD.

Apparently I can either write every day or exercise every day. I don't have the discipline to maintain both. The discipline, it hurts us, precious. I'll take thinking about Valor over cardio any damn day. And writing a book will eventually make me money, so yay! On the other hand, I don't want my comparatively evil twin to leave me behind here in No Muscle Tone Land while she cruises gleefully to Buffville. *sighs*

Going to get all slutty purty and go whoring my kisses admire the lil gothchildrens.