mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gone Out)
Moving house is eating my brain and taking up all my CPU. With any luck I will be back and posting properly after I've moved. The date is set for November 4th. Yay! Also, ACK!

Quick update on the State of the Phnee:

  1. I am trying to pack like the wind, and mostly packing like molasses uphill in January. Still, things progress.

  2. Sergent finally got his ultrasound done (God, that shit is expensive!), and the good news is that he doesn't have cancer or Cushing's. The bad news is that the vet couldn't tell what the hell is going wrong with his liver, so we've got him on some expensive medication for a month to see if that helps his liver a little bit.

  3. Octavia (my new kitten) got spayed the day before yesterday and is doing fine, except for how much she hates the Cone of Shame. It bends her whiskers out of shape and so messes with her balance and makes her walk funny. Poor kitty. I'm hoping to take the cone off in a couple of days, as soon as her surgical incision has healed a bit more.

  4. I was planning to maybe throw a small going-away party, but I realise now that I can't pull it off in the time I have, given all the work I still have to do. Sorry, everyone. Either you'll have to come to my housewarming in Ottawa, or else we can have a get-together the next time I'm in Montreal. Deal?

  5. Packing. ALL THE PACKING.

  6. Moving is hard. And stressful. And expensive. Boy howdy, is it expensive.

  7. Also, because I am a masochist, I've decided to do NaNoWriMo this year.

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Unbowed)
November is kicking my ass.

I didn't really notice because I was trying to keep busy, but this week between the new schedule, night shift, and George going AWOL for so long, it kind of all came down like the proverbial ton of bricks.

If you need me, I will be hiding under the nearest available rock.

Apologies to people waiting on a NaNo update from me. I'll get to it, I swear, even if it looks like I won't hit 50K. Right now, it just doesn't feel that important.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Dreaming (Ratatouille))
It is WEIRD not to be at work today. New schedule has started, so I only work on Wednesday this week. A two-day week, imagine. The mind boggles.

Novelling has been a hell of a slog today. So far I'm clocking in just shy of 3,000 words. Maybe I'll be able to make it to 5K by the end of the day, but maybe not. Oh well. I refuse to angst about it. I have to get over this little hangup I have about producing the same wordcount per day as I did in 2006. I think that was a one-time fluke. NaNo is a marathon, not a sprint.

Otherwise today has been spent sitting quietly with the cats. They are all sleeping, doubtless plotting nefarious evilness telepathically. No good can come of this.

Good times

Nov. 1st, 2009 12:38 pm
mousme: The nib of a fountain pen resting on a paper with a dotted line, captioned Write (Write)
NaNoing with [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and [livejournal.com profile] mayabanana who came last night for Hallowe'en along with [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti. They spent the night, and we stayed up until midnight to celebrate the start of NaNo. We each hit quota, and [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain and I finished up with over 2,000 words.

Now we've had a breakfast of waffles and bacon, I have had coffee (very important), and we are about to start writing again. I'm hoping to get a LOT of writing done today, because the days when I'm at work I likely won't have the time or energy to get much written.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Oh Dear)
So when I had dinner with the Parental Units two weeks ago, W. was also there. She's the mother of my childhood friends, whom I've spoken of in the past.

At her insistence, I am having dinner with said childhood friends. Originally they were coming to my place for dinner, but the plans have since changed, because E. is allergic to cats. Fair enough. So she invited me to dinner at her place, so that I could meet all the babies (three in total, although Lulu is a toddler by now -and yes, her name is actually Lulu). Dinner has since changed into tea, and last I heard tea had morphed into "soup." Yes, soup. No, I don't know why.

To say that the timing on this is inconvenient would be understating it. I'm having people for Hallowe'en, my place is a mess, and I haven't put up decorations yet nor bought a pumpkin. I also haven't bought Hallowe'en candy. Originally I was going to do that after work today, but those plans are FUBAR. Unfortunately, there is no way of getting out of this gracefully. I haven't seen E & T in something like two years. Not since E's wedding. So I'm kind of overdue, here.

Then Sunday I have NaNoWriMo *and* I have to vote in the stupid municipal election, for which I don't want to vote for ANY of the candidates. Feh. I am getting tired of spoiling my ballots for all these elections, but I shall continue to do so until they come up with a party/candidate that I can support in good conscience. I refuse not to vote: it's my right and my civic duty to do so. I just wish I felt better about the process.

Busy busy busy.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Zombies)
So the metro got closed for emergency reasons today, forcing me to walk much of the way to work.

My first thought? ZOMBIES!

Good thing I'm writing the sequel to the zombie novel this year, eh?
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Clever Canadians)
I have curiously little enthusiasm to muster for this last work shift. Six and a half hours to go, and ten I have to get my act together to prepare for my trip to Halifax.

Yee! Halifax! I am excited. I also have a TON of stuff to do, and less than 24 hours in which to do it all. Oh, and did I mention that I have my ASL class tomorrow night? No pressure. :P

I have converted my on-loan coworker to NaNoWriMo. He mentioned that he'd sometimes thought about writing a novel (we were talking about books), and I told him he had to check out NaNoWriMo. Two minutes later he was signed up, and now he's browsing the site and plotting in his head. I am VERY chuffed that I was able to continue the tradition of inspiring people to chase the novel dream. :)

Also, tonight I have a metric ton of admin work to do. I feel like doing it about as much as I feel like diving off the Jacques Cartier bridge.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Frozen Dreams)
I had a very vivid dream the other night (these have become increasingly rare for me, which is sad) that actually involved zombies. I was living in a remote-ish area in a small town not too far from the sea, and had already been doing my preparedness thing for quite some time. I don't know how I knew that there were zombies coming (I couldn't see any), but I remember being quite anxious and starting to board up windows and generally getting ready for the onslaught.

The nifty part of my dream was that I got to be an omniscient observer. This happens a lot in my dreams: I get flashes of "Meanwhile, in a totally different location..." a lot like in a movie. So I the dreamer (not the actor in my dream) knew that there was indeed a real zombie infestation starting in the town. They were coming up out of the ocean, only one or two to begin with, all covered in seaweed and slime, their flesh grey and rotting.

Back at "my" house, my parents had unexpectedly shown up, having been convinced that I was not a loony and that my concerns about zombies were more than legitimate. They pitched in to help me barricade the place, and I was just beginning to feel as though we might get through the initial infestation unscathed, when my mother left the house to go rescue a neighbour she recognized (I'm a little fuzzy on this part of the dream), leaving one of the doors to the house wide open behind her. Before I knew it, the zombies were upon us, and I remember having a moment of clarity, of knowing that there really was no point in trying to hold off the undead hordes, because there would always be that *one* mistake that would undo months and years of work. I remember also realizing that maybe being one of the undead wouldn't be so bad.

That's when the dream took a turn for the surreal (yeah, yeah, moreso than zombies). I once again became an omniscient observer, and returned to the seashore, where I could see Jesus Christ summoning the zombies from the salt water. He waded into the water, and submerged for a few moments, only to re-emerge borne upon a veritable tidal wave of ambulatory corpses (all of them swimming, oddly enough, rather than walking). It's interesting to note that the zombies in my dreams were at least partially sentient and able to talk enough to communicate that they were not unhappy with what had happened, and viewed it as a kind of salvation (tying in with the image of Christ held aloft by zombies, I guess).

As I said, the dream was particularly vivid, and I was quite unsettled by it for the first few hours of the day after awakening. Nice to know that my brain is still being consumed by zombies, two years after the writing of my NaNo novel.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Canadian Borg)
I ended up waking up half an hour before my alarm clock this morning. Weird. This is not usually my style. I guess my internal clock must still be messed up from working night shift.

Canada Day was lovely. Great weather, good friends ( and his lovely girlfriend), a nice picnic. Unfortunately, the headache I thought I'd licked came back with a vengeance on our way to [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter's Canada Day concert, and by the end I was ready to crawl into a hole and die. However, Canada Day comes up only once a year, and so I put on a brave face and toughed it out. The fireworks very nearly killed me, but luckily [livejournal.com profile] sandman7 had some Tylenol, which took the edge off.

All in all, in spite of the ice picks being driven into my head, I had a great time.

I got home to find a puddle of cat puke on my bed. I gave up the battle to keep the cats out of my bedroom earlier this summer, because it was either keep the door closed and suffocate from the heat, or let the cats in and retain some ability to breathe when I sleep. The cats thus have repaid me by puking in the middle of my bed. I was unimpressed.

So, unexpected laundry aside, I have been puttering around this morning, getting ready for my trip to Québec City tonight. I have tidied a little bit (minimally), and now I have to take a shower and pack my stuff. I also have to turn off my computer and find my 2006 NaNo novel, which I will be editing today in the company of [livejournal.com profile] tcaptain. I've already started the process, and with any luck I'll have a draft ready for submission by the end of the month, earlier if I really step on it.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Meer!)
[livejournal.com profile] ai731 and [livejournal.com profile] baronscartop have generously communicated their Sinus Plague o' Doom™ to me. As usual, whenever I have a cold, my voice goes, and this has proved to be no exception. On the plus side, it should be partially if not fully restored by the evening. My laryngitis is time-sensitive, as always.

So, in anticipation of the fact that I have to go out tonight, I am going to crawl beneath my eiderdown and watch MacGyver.

I am in no mood at all to do any kind of writing, except the whiny LJ-post kind. Turns out that when I'm sick and have nowhere to be, I become worse than most men. I just want to hibernate and nurse my wounded pride alone in a dark cave somewhere. :P
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)
Funny how, even though I'm technically on vacation and am not working, my days are still full. Granted, a couple of them have involved several episodes of Stargate and MacGuyver, but for the most part I've been running around doing much-needed errands and suchlike. I'm rather hoping that next week turns out to be less busy, as I haven't even remotely gotten around to cleaning yet, which is one of my Major Goals for this vacation.

Did Hallowe'en for the third year in a row with Jan and t!, which was much fun, except that poor [livejournal.com profile] ai731 has a really bad cold/sinus thing and seemed absolutely miserable, which is no fun a all for her. This year instead of distributing candy we made a point of giving out homemade gingerbread cookies. I bought some candy as a standby, and the cookies had about an 85% success rate, which is pretty good all told. The few kids who refused the cookies gave us very bemused (and sometimes disgusted) looks, as though to say: "It's Hallowe'en! We're here for candy. Don't you know anything?" It was amusing, anyway.

Tomorrow is the first day of NaNoWriMo, during which I expect to get very little written, unlike last year's 10,000 word display of insanity. I am getting a haircut in the morning, then seeing a movie with my mother, and then meeting up with the Capricornucopia crew for some more playwriting goodness. If I write 1,500 words of my novel, I will consider it a successful day for NaNo.

Eventually I will get back online, I promise. I know I've been MIA for, gosh, weeks really. Possibly months. My non-internet life has become very very full and very very busy, and by the time I get home and switch on the computer I have just about enough energy to read LJ and my webcomics and then hit the proverbial hay. With luck, once I've caught up on my sleep and run all the errands I've been putting off for two months, I will have more time and mental energy to catch up with all my internet friends, whom I've missed very much.

Happy Hallowe'en, everyone!
mousme: A picture of the muppet Forgetful Jones from Sesame Street (Forgetful Jones)
I've been too busy to post. I keep telling myself that I should write posts in here that aren't "here's what I did while I wasn't posting" entries, but I never seem to get around to writing those meaningful, insightful entries. I rather think that I don't have any to write. I've lost the knack of writing analytical text ever since I left university. Besides, I don't know that I'd want to inflict my essay-writing skills on my beleaguered flist, as I seem to recall that I bored myself silly with my own academic writing. I remembered wondering who would ever want to read such dry stuff as I was able to produce. It's not that it wasn't good —it was just really, really dry going.

Anyway, I've had a busy couple of weeks.
I saw an old friend of mine from high school last Saturday, although we didn't have much time to actually catch up as he had to go back to his office right after lunch (he's a lawyer). We did have a nice chat, and wandered through Atwater Market before he had to go, and it was really nice to see him again. Of all my friends in high school (of which there admittedly weren't many), he was the one with whom I got along the best. We're supposed to meet up again at some point in the near future, which ought to be nice. After that I got treated to a lovely private concert in the living room of some family friends, and spent the afternoon and better part of the evening making slightly awkward small talk with three roomfuls of people I didn't know and with whom I had nothing in common. Still, the concert was quite nice. The violinist was a young man, somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one, and he's quite promising. His playing was very adept, although it lacked depth and intonation, but with time I'm guessing he'll turn out quite well.

Sunday was spent hiding from the world recovering from that stupid migraine which started late on Saturday. Annoying in the extreme, as it was a gorgeous day out.

Monday was a writing jam with [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter, in which I got more writing done in one morning than I had in the past four weeks combined. I'm finally getting back into my ongoing YA novel, and I'd like to have it finished by the end of the year. I might "cheat" and make finishing it my NaNoWriMo project for this year. Either that or I'll write another horror novel, since they appear to write themselves for me.

I forget what I did on Tuesday, but I do remember that I had to be out of the house stupidly early to do it. That's probably why I don't remember: I was still half-asleep. ;)

I met up with [livejournal.com profile] ai731 on Wednesday morning, and she taught me the mysteries of canning. It's a really fun process, I assume more fun because there were two of us. We went through about three-quarters of the 20lb bag of apples I'd picked, and made apple sauce, apple butter (so very yummmy!) and an apple cake based on her grandmother's recipe, which was so very very delicious that I brought it to work with me so that I wouldn't be tempted to eat the entire thing by myself. I brought half to work, and [livejournal.com profile] ai731 kept the other half, naturally. I had to abandon ship just before the end of the session, as I had to go to work, and I just received the last three jars of apple sauce last night. I am very pleased with how the whole thing turned out.

Thursday was spent driving my mother around so she could get some errands done without spending the whole day doing it. Since she doesn't drive, and generally gets around pretty slowly anyway, it's easier for her if I occasionally spend a morning driving her around, and I don't mind doing it in the slightest. I tend to lose my mind if I spend too much time with my parents, but a couple of times a week is enough for me to keep my sanity.

Friday's Ubisoft lunch got canceled for me due to the (not unexpected) passing of my great-aunt Margot at the age of 93. I have very fond memories of her, and of going to her apartment in the Linton for a New Year's Day luncheon every year until I was about eight or nine. After that she moved to a smaller place (I believe it was a residence for relatively independent retired folk who only needed minimal amounts of help to get through the day), and she became a little too frail to be able to put on the spread she really wanted to. None of her three daughters ever kept up with the tradition, and so I sort of lost track of her for a while. We still saw her at the larger family gatherings, but it wasn't really the same.

The funeral itself was interrupted when my cousin Ophelie (the youngest of all the cousins, and one of the two cousins near my age with whom I actually keep up and get along) suffered some kind of seizure or syncope in the middle of the service. She was sitting right next to my father, and the next thing we knew she had turned a horrid shade of green, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped forward. Luckily my aunt (not Ophelie's mother, but another aunt) is a nurse and took over immediately. I was rather grateful not to have to step in and apply my limited first aid skills to the situation. Someone produced a cell phone (a blackberry, I think) and called 911. I spent most of the time keeping people from crowding around, and reassuring people that no, it wasn't taking as long as they thought for the ambulance to get there. I timed it, see, and it took nine minutes from the moment the call was placed to the time the paramedics got there. In times of crisis, people's perception of how quickly time elapses gets seriously distorted.

My mother spoke to my cousin yesterday, as well as my aunt. Ophelie is doing okay, as it turns out, but she's going to have to see a neurologist, as her symptoms were quite alarming (swelling in the throat, stiffening of the extremities, extremely elevated heartrate, etc.). My mother, in true keeping with her nature, has invited her to dinner next Sunday.

After the funeral I took my mother to Juliette & Chocolat for lunch. Egads, it should be illegal to make chocolate that good. I have rarely had anything quite that sinful. I must go back.

Yesterday I got shanghaied by my parents into helping them shop for appliances. God help me. The less said about that, the better. The day improved immeasurably by the time I got to [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti's for dinner, and had a wonderful time with all my friends, chatting about movies and books and games and food and all the usual things we end up talking about at these events. I borrowed the movie "Clue" and watched it last night: it's a great deal of fun.

All right, the rest of my day beckons. More updates when I have something to say. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (News Flash!)
Wow, this week has gone by really fast.

Spent all of Monday morning running around doing errands that needed doing (I am quite pleased, because I got a lot done), and got to work early. Thank goodness for the new metros in Laval, which have done great things by way of reducing the traffic around here a fair bit. Not that much, but enough that there have been no major traffic jams on the way to work this week for me.

Came home, collapsed into bed, and was up again four and a half hours later to go into work. I swapped shifts with someone so that I could go to [livejournal.com profile] aislingtheach's thesis defense. It went beautifully, as we all knew it would, and with any luck she will write all about it when she gets the chance. We kidnapped her afterward and all went to dinner at Kumon, a Chinese restaurant on Côte-des-Neiges. We were seven in total: me, [livejournal.com profile] conscioussoul, [livejournal.com profile] ulvain, [livejournal.com profile] aislingtheach and three others who don't (yet) have LiveJournals.

We repaired to someone's home after for coffee and general chatting (and I got my very first massage ever! Wow.), and after I'd driven [livejournal.com profile] aislingtheach home it was 1am.

Staggered out of bed late yesterday morning and ran to [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse's place for tea and a writing jam. The good news is that I have pretty much finished Crisse, des zombies! I have a quick concluding scene to write, but it shouldn't be more than 300 words or so. I'M DONE! W00T!

Okay, not quite done. After this I have to revise my draft, try and fix as many of the typos, spelling mistakes and clumsy sentences as possible, and fix as many of the inconsistencies as possible. Then I print out three copies, hand them out to the very nice people who said they'd be my front-line readers, and try not to worry about it after that.

Today I am off to visit the Maternal Unit, whom I've been neglecting, and tomorrow I will do more cleaning of this place, which I had no time for this week. I'm amazed the place isn't worse off than it is, actually.

Saturday is band practice, and then the overtime fairy gets to visit. I think I shall write about work in a separate post, as it's pretty long and this is something of a grocery-list post. Not now, however, as I have to go see my mother. :)

Happy trails, folks!

Bwah.

Nov. 25th, 2006 09:41 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Carpet Ship)
My characters are still alive.

There are zombies outside.

I have amaretto and sour mix to hand.

Phear.

Quandary

Nov. 25th, 2006 06:57 pm
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Vodka gods)
A warning for those of you who don't like NaNoWriMo: I'll be discussing it in this post, though on a level which I don't feel belongs in my writing LJ. Feel free to skip this entry as a result of that.


Okay, disclaimer over. I'm in the middle of a very, very serious quandary. I am currently at roughly 83,000 words. I could, theoretically, make it to 85K tonight, and that would put me in a strong position to reach 100K by the end of Thursday. I could then bask in my own awesomeness for quite a while, which is always a nice thing.

On the other hand, I'm tired. A bath sounds really nice right about now, and the last few episodes of Season 1 of Babylon 5 are calling to me.

I've made popcorn. The popcorn will be useful both for writing and for watching B5 (though not for the bath).

*sigh*

Ambition or comfort? You see my problem. Clearly one of those life-and-death situations.

I think I shall continue writing for now. I shall review my options at 8pm, and see if I'm in the middle of a gripping scene which won't leave me alone, or if I'm struggling with the story and the bath sounds even more tempting. One more hour of writing. That's not too bad.

I wonder if it's worth running out to the dep to get myself a fizzy drink with which to have some Amaretto. Or I could make sour mix. As I recall it's two parts water to one part sugar to one part lemon juice. I have all these things.

Hmm.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)
Seeing my old school friend on Tuesday depressed the hell out of me. I can't stick my hand in this crazy, it's way too big for me, but it's still not fun watching someone with whom you used to be best friends in the process of completely self-destructing.

Spent the day with [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse yesterday, and can I say? It's WONDERFUL to have well-adjusted friends. Seriously. I'd forgotten just how f*cked up my friends from high school have become, in some cases.

Got some writing done, and I can't believe November is nearly over. I keep thinking it's about halfway done, but it's not. This is both a good and a bad thing.

Am off to spend the day outside the apartment.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)
I am determined to go to bed, well, if not early, then at least not ridiculously late. To that end, I shall keep this post short.

The NaNo meet-up was, as usual, a lot of fun. I was a little too tired to enjoy it properly, another indication that I should get more sleep tonight. Tomorrow, as well as additional wordcount, there will be job searching. There. I've said it out loud (or written it in public, same thing), and that makes it real. I have two places to contact about dispatching jobs. Dammit, there is no reason for me not to call and at least inquire. No more self-sabotage, Phnee! No giving into Shithead. You've written 65,000 words in fifteen days, you can make two lousy phone calls.

Okay. Going to bed. I shall get up at 8am with my alarm clock tomorrow. I shall get up and have a productive day.

In other news, I have made my "rainbow socks" icon my default for LJ. It cheers me up every time I look at it. Did I mention that [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse not only gave me two pairs of rainbow socks on Saturday, she also gave me four more pairs on Monday? Now every day can be a rainbow socks day, as long as I do laundry at least once a week! Isn't that exciting? I know I'm excited. :)

Right. I'm off to bed. Good night, all!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)
So for those of you not in the know yet, I've been writing a zombie novel for National Novel Writing Month. It's being posted as I write it in my writing LJ, [livejournal.com profile] secret_history.

What's very gratifying is that it appears to have attracted some readers who are not, in fact, on my flist. For instance: [livejournal.com profile] baronmind had this to say about my humble little offering:

...there's a fantastic zombie story unfolding over at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history, currently titled Afternoon Snack of the Living Dead. Despite the jocular title, the story takes itself seriously. The character development is fantastic, the actions and responses realistic, and the entire scenario is horrifically believable. The story is this year's NaNoWriMo effort by mousme -- already past the 50,000 word mark, I might add, which is impressive in and of itself -- and I'd like to thank [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave for bringing it to my attention.

With reviews like that, how could you not want to read it? ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Shit)
So [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse introduced me to video games last night. She showed me a game called, I think, "Dragon Quest," and let me play it for a while. I think she was a little amused by many of my reactions.

1- Let me start out by saying that it was a great deal of fun to play. I am glad I don't own a gaming console or a computer powerful enough to play games, because you'd never see me again.

2- The game went counter to most of my upbringing. [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse kept telling me to run places, and it made me twitch, because, well, running indoors is bad. So I kept trying to walk places, except that walking is more unwieldy than running thanks to the gaming console.

3- Apparently being a hero in this game entitles you to rummage through other people's stuff and break their things if necessary. You are encouraged to go into people's houses and public places, and just go through their stuff and take whatever you want. [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse laughed very hard at me when I cringed and didn't want to do that. After all, the game NPCs are very understanding about the fact that you're the hero and can do whatever you want.

4- NPCs have extraordinarily short attention spans in this game. Mind you, since I've only played a few hours of WoW apart from this (I refuse to count the one time I tried playing Resident Evil and couldn't get my character to do anything except walk into a wall and get eaten by a zombie), I have no idea how much I should expect out of any given NPC anyway.

In conclusion, though, it was fun, and I'm looking forward to trying to get to the end of the story at some point. Or at the very least get to the end of my current quest. I've already died twice, once because I hit the wrong button. :P

Okay, now I'm *really* going to get breakfast, and then I have to get some writing done. I have 45,000 words to get written, or thereabouts, in the next two weeks. Wish me luck!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Not What You Think)
I don't remember how the time went by so quickly. I really don't.

I've been getting an average of nine hours of sleep every night, and I'm still tired. Part of that is because I'm going to bed late (by my standards —remember, your mileage may vary) and getting up later. This has two disadvantages: one, I'm generally a morning person, and so waking up at 9:30 or 10:00 means that the more productive part of my morning is pretty much gone by the time I'm up; two, I tend to stay up later to compensate for not having accomplished as much during the day, even though I'm not as productive in the evenings. Thus the vicious cycle starts.

It doesn't help that a lot of my friends are night people, or at least have to be night people because they work all day. I try to match up my schedule so that I can spend at least a little time with them, but I tend to be wiped when I get home. Unfortunately, "wiped" doesn't usually translate into falling asleep right away. I usually have to wind down before going to bed, either with a bath (and a book) or by rummaging around on the internet.

Part of me is really pleased that I don't have to worry about working this month. I really, really needed the extra sleep, the time to myself, etc. The other part of me is running around like a caged rat, shrieking with anxiety about the fact that I'm about to run out of money, the fact that I haven't worked in three weeks and that at this rate no one will ever want to hire me again, etc, etc. NaNoWriMo has been a great distraction for not thinking about how stressed I am about all this sort of thing. Unfortunately, it's also a great distraction for all the things I still need to be doing this month.

Off to find something for breakfast. If I have all the ingredients, I may try out [livejournal.com profile] toughlovemuse's pancakes that she made last night during the writing jam. She gave me the recipe for the batter when I asked for it. Yay!

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