If life were fair, lisah, you'd get a free bathroom upgrade with that heater.

Seriously. Although, to be honest, I am taking advantage of the home improvement loan I got in order to buy the boiler to redo my kitchen this winter.

Just remember, you'll be hugging that boiler come February.

Oh I know! My heating bill was insane last year.

NaNoWriMo wank is making me deliriously happy.

WHat is it???

(shrift, someone on LJ said that if John Sheppard were a word, that's the kind of word he'd be.)

Not shrift, but dying over here anyway.

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Wankerific!

(shrift, someone on LJ said that if John Sheppard were a word, that's the kind of word he'd be.)

Bless his homographic homophonic autantonymic heart. He's homoriffic!

Wankerific!

Ooh, I wonder how many books he's written? And where I can buy them! So I can burn them.

Ooh, I wonder how many books he's written?

A lot, clearly -- after all, real writers have written LITERALLY MILLIONS OF WORDS. (Even if his are mostly in his LJ).

Wankerific!

Seriously, because if you're not doing something professionally, you should never ever try it.

And obviously there's no one out there who is paralyzed re-writing the first sentence of the book they have in mind, so the whole exercise of shitty first drafts is clearly useless.

It's just...he had to have REALLY sat around thinking of reasons to be mad and then worked himslf into rageland.

I mean, I think it's a really neat writing exercise. I also think those people are Writers. Authors.

A whole mess of them may be shitty writers. Seriously, who cares?

I am so happy I finally got a space heater in my office this week.

This is on my list for next week. My office, which has no window, no heater, no ventilation and no actual light other than the floor lamp, is FREEZING. And lest people think I'm sad about my office (except for the temp which I am sad about), I LOVE My little closet because the one thing it does have which I desperately need is a DOOR.