What's this, then?
A Wal-mart in Indiana wouldn't sell me the two bottles of infant cold medicine I needed for Owen because they said it would violate Indiana's new meth law. Turns out the amount of pseudoephedrine in the medicine was WAAAAAY below the limit and they should have sold me both bottles. I was pissed and sent a complaint email to the government's website.
juliana, it's about time for your first anniversary soon, as well, right?
[Edit: 8=2+5+1. What's with me and the number 8 roday?]
she was wondering if there's a pattern I can put my hands keyboard on.
Next time we call Tom's mother I'll have him ask, at least for the name of the pattern so we can google it.
Yes, home feels very home-y now. Very comfortable.
Thanks, Nora. A stranger who is not even on the internet (at least until their broken computer is replaced) is very grateful. And I'm glad about the hominess of your new home. I loved your former apartment so much, I'm so glad it was replaced by something worthy.
And with that, I'm off to my apartment. My achey head leaves me capable of practically nothing that's more complicated than Natter, but looking at a computer screen doesn't really help. The human nature, I guess - once the computer finally works again, I go home. See y'all after a few more liters of water.
juliana, it's about time for your first anniversary soon, as well, right?
Hey Nilly! Yes, it is. Kind of stunning, really.
Timelies,
Skipped 1800 or so posts.
Congrats to Rio and Saget!
Congrats to Fiona and family!
I'm finally writing again. Finished off the first draft of Chapter 3 of the book I'm working on this weekend, plan to start on Chapter 4 tonight. I'm trying something new this time around. In the past, I'd get hit with the urge to write, sit down and write until I was completely spent, and then have no clue where to go when I sat down the next day. The past two weeks I've been making myself sit down every night to write. I will write for at least an hour and then stop once I reach the next scene break. Then I will jot down where I plan to go next and close the document. The next day when I sit down again I have a starting point and once I get going, the words flow pretty easily.
I realize two weeks is hardly a good scientific sample, but so far I haven't had to sit staring in frustration at the blinking cursor, which is a good thing.
Gronklies to all.
Yay to Toto!
Congratulations, Rio!
New baby! Congratulations, Fiona!
Congrats to Rio and Saget!
Congrats to Fiona and family!
A big whoot whoot all around!
Congratulations to Rio and Saget!
I'm trying something new this time around. In the past, I'd get hit with the urge to write, sit down and write until I was completely spent, and then have no clue where to go when I sat down the next day. The past two weeks I've been making myself sit down every night to write. I will write for at least an hour and then stop once I reach the next scene break.
On one of the writers' email loops I frequent, someone was complaining that she could write 20 pages in a day, but then she wouldn't write anything for the next week. One of the multipubbed members said that maybe she was a 20 page/week writer at this point in her life, and suggested that it'd strengthen her writing and probably make her feel better about it to spread out those 20 pages into 4 pages/day, 5 days/week. I thought that was wise.
And I've taken to always, always leaving notes for myself about what comes next. The first page of the day is always the slowest, but at least that way it's not as painful.