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Jun. 26th, 2006 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceGod, it's cold. Or I am. How shall we tell the dancer from the dance? (Well, the dancer is the hot & sweaty one, lucky sod...)
Whichever, the heavyweight duvet is back on the bed, and I am within the infamous gnat's crotchet of turning the heating on. I'm that cold - or it is. And it's late June. My fault: I told a ghost story to the summer, and the summer ran away.
Also, I have come within twenty-five pages of my projected total for 'River of the World', and find that I am not within twenty-five pages of the end of the story. Not by a distance. It may only be a little distance, but it is a distance none the less. This too is chilly news.
And I've only written a couple of pages this morning, and I want to stop. I want to go back to bed. That duvet: snuggle snuggle warmness.
I am pathetic under pressure. Immortal diamond is immortal diamond; I am carbon-dust.
Whichever, the heavyweight duvet is back on the bed, and I am within the infamous gnat's crotchet of turning the heating on. I'm that cold - or it is. And it's late June. My fault: I told a ghost story to the summer, and the summer ran away.
Also, I have come within twenty-five pages of my projected total for 'River of the World', and find that I am not within twenty-five pages of the end of the story. Not by a distance. It may only be a little distance, but it is a distance none the less. This too is chilly news.
And I've only written a couple of pages this morning, and I want to stop. I want to go back to bed. That duvet: snuggle snuggle warmness.
I am pathetic under pressure. Immortal diamond is immortal diamond; I am carbon-dust.