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Or however Granny spells it...
I just finished my flashficathon. 1002 words, so a teensy tweak and I'm smack dab on 1000 :;does dance::
I'm also still reeling from the brain melting, pencil chewing frustration of taking one hour to write about 150 words in a tag. If you add in all the deleted, erased words, it was probably about a thousand but I still feel dizzy. It was whizzing along nicely and then bang, brick wall time as my brain shut down. All better now.
So now I just (just. Heh) have my Spring ABoD fic to write (why are you all backing away slowly? I haven't started whining about it yet!) and Snowbound which I've neglected shamefully because I'm writing one Giles in my co written fic (with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wesleysgirland I can't swap back and forth very well.
Went outside in the garden today to examine the weeds earnestly. Yep. Weeds all right. Feeling very horticulturally expert I identified an iris as a tulip and had a fifteen foot willow along the back fence pointed out to me. As I came this close to spending $8 on five pussy willow twigs last week, I was mortified by my dimness.
I just had to use Lauren's middle name. She wanted milk so I got it and she hurled her sippy cup to the floor (no, not a non spill one) because it wasn't pink (strawberry flavour) milk. We picked a middle name that would roll impressively off the tongue when needed, and I let her have it, in such a stern, outraged voice that she actually picked the cup up even as she was saying, "No! No, mommy, no pick up." Ah, the power of the middle name...
I just finished my flashficathon. 1002 words, so a teensy tweak and I'm smack dab on 1000 :;does dance::
I'm also still reeling from the brain melting, pencil chewing frustration of taking one hour to write about 150 words in a tag. If you add in all the deleted, erased words, it was probably about a thousand but I still feel dizzy. It was whizzing along nicely and then bang, brick wall time as my brain shut down. All better now.
So now I just (just. Heh) have my Spring ABoD fic to write (why are you all backing away slowly? I haven't started whining about it yet!) and Snowbound which I've neglected shamefully because I'm writing one Giles in my co written fic (with
wesleysgirland I can't swap back and forth very well.Went outside in the garden today to examine the weeds earnestly. Yep. Weeds all right. Feeling very horticulturally expert I identified an iris as a tulip and had a fifteen foot willow along the back fence pointed out to me. As I came this close to spending $8 on five pussy willow twigs last week, I was mortified by my dimness.
I just had to use Lauren's middle name. She wanted milk so I got it and she hurled her sippy cup to the floor (no, not a non spill one) because it wasn't pink (strawberry flavour) milk. We picked a middle name that would roll impressively off the tongue when needed, and I let her have it, in such a stern, outraged voice that she actually picked the cup up even as she was saying, "No! No, mommy, no pick up." Ah, the power of the middle name...