Here's my yesterday:
- Attempt to get little darlings organised and pointed at school
- Mayhem complains of gutsache and throws up
- Book doctor's appointment and call school for Mayhem
- Get Chaos off to school minus hitch
- Do a cash run
- Have five minutes to self before running Mayhem up to the doctor's
- Hurry up and wait
- Get recommendation for a CT scan (!) after bounce test doesn't give encouraging results
- Paperwork
- Hurry home to do what work I can in the interim
- Rush off again to run Mayhem up for CT scan
- Hurry up and wait: The Revenge
- Interminable farting around for the actual process thereof
- Paperwork part 2
- Home again
- Cleaning
- Chaos Returns Triumphant
- Fucking afternoon stock up shopping centre crawl [Costco, Golden Circle Outlet, Dickson's Meat Market (for veggies), and the local Health Shop] each for things available nowhere else.
- Finally, dinner.
It's no wonder that I didn't get a lot down in my nut notes, yesterday.
Good thing that Clockwork Souls has given me ample space to relax about that kind of thing. A week's worth of world-building can give me options for the actual plot and characters.
And I already have the prep done for word count tracking:
[Shown here: Blue post-it note on my monitor with numbers counting up by 3 until they reach 120. Following this sequence are the words "DONE" and "B'Nar". On the bottom left corner are a couple of scribbles made because of temporary pen failure. The number 69 has a tiny "nice" circled above it]
This is my high-tech uncrackable solution for making certain I'm on schedule. As each total is reached [3K, 6K etc.] I cross off the number. When the book is done, I throw out the post-it. That finality should happen early next year.
Today's schedule includes more rattling about. This time with sick notes and a quest for almond milk and the relative carb count thereof. I might have to think of other options to have myself a lo-carb hot chocolate.
Because the weather is cold and Chaos needs a little help going to sleep in the evenings and I need a hand-warmer that's also a pick-me-up. That's why.
Oh, for a USB warm air blower that can be trained on my keyboard...
[Shown here: Screen shot of a generic and completely unhelpful rejection letter. Text reads: "Dear Author, Thank you for your email, and for giving me a look at your material. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I must pass, but I hope you will accept my best wishes for your future success."]
[Shown here: Error message over an empty post titled (Untitled), message reads "Are you sure you want to delete this post?" and in a smaller font, "You're about to delete "(Untitled)". This is permanent! No backups, no restores, no magic undo button. We