Seven pages today
Dec. 7th, 2008 07:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperancePages: eight. And I'm only stopping because there's chilli and wine, and if I keep drinking I'll just get drunk which would be indecorous, so I should most likely eat instead. Chilli. I've been looking forward to it since yesterday, when I put the beans in to soak. How long has it been, since I made chilli?
Never mind. I have written eight pages, which makes, um, forty-two for the week, I think. And ninety-two for the fortnight. Which would be okay, impressive even, if it weren't for the fact of the disappearing end-of-book way over yonder somewhere, further today than it was two weeks ago.
Whatever. Nothing I can do about that, except chase after it. Whimpering.
Thank you for listening to the whimpers; it makes a difference, I swear.
Never mind. I have written eight pages, which makes, um, forty-two for the week, I think. And ninety-two for the fortnight. Which would be okay, impressive even, if it weren't for the fact of the disappearing end-of-book way over yonder somewhere, further today than it was two weeks ago.
Whatever. Nothing I can do about that, except chase after it. Whimpering.
Thank you for listening to the whimpers; it makes a difference, I swear.