My goal is to be revising my first draft while everyone else I know is doing NaNoWriMo.
Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have about 10 or so pages. It may not even make it to a novel length, I'm not sure. But I'm writing so I'll take what I can get.
Just write. Something's better than nothing.
We're on the second floor of a six floor building with steam heat, so it can get pretty warm in the winter and we end up cracking a window.
Yeah, its weird, but it keeps our skin nice.
When we were on the third floor, military housing in Nurnberg, the rads went full blast from October through April, and we had to keep a window or two cracked, too. I miss those views, actually.
I do keep an electric oil-filled rad in the back corner of my bathroom. It's set very low, but that's a chilly corner. It's also where the toilet is, and I can put up with a lot, but I've made do with outhouses and now, up with an icy toilet seat I will not put.
I have the heat set to come on when it drops below 63 or so. I'm not proud. I also have throws on every piece of soft furniture, as well as a snuggley cat. I just love feeling cool and cuddling up under things. My apartment is below another unit, which makes for some good insulation above. But I have little faith in the R value of the walls and windows.
Ginger, I would read the heck out of that blog.
I am fighting the sads this week because of a bunch of dumb things and my brain sees fit to deliver a series of dreams where DH leaves (on a trip; on a boat; on purpose). Not on, brain.
I'm doing nano to do a huge rewrite on something because if I don't fix it now, I don't know when I will. Always glad to have more people to cheer for.
Coffee: on the upside, I get a Raq this weekend, with bonus HPF and Mal entertainment.
We leave the automatic thermostat set through the warm months, so I have plausible deniability when it kicks off in October. Like this morning. And the house smells like hot irons for a while.
And the house smells like hot irons for a while.
Yup.
In Prague, most of the winter, we had to have the window open a crack to counteract the overzealous radiator. We had no control over it, it was city-wide.