Sunday Progress Report

August 19, 2007:

Mitch Chevrolet/The Curse of the Werewolf

New Words: 750
Total Words: 8250
Pages: 33 (page 34 just has outline-y notes on it)
Reason for stopping: Quota.
Stimulants: Decaf.
Exercise: helped neighbor walk the dog
Mean Things: Mitch is being detained for questioning.
Typo du jour: n/a
Darling du jour:

Billingsly shot a glare at him, but any man who had Carmen on his payroll knew how to take one of those.

Books in progress: Read a couple comic books. Watched E.T. (the original, not the redone DVD).
The glamour: Drank the second half of a bottle of pinot grigio, and hauled out...a jigsaw puzzle I didn't even know I had.

Slept like crap last night

Minor sleeping disorders are ever so much fun, sometimes. Thank god I have cats. It makes it easier to tell intellectually that there isn't an intruder in the apartment, when the cats are just lounging on the bed rather than scampering away from some stranger.

So, didn't sleep well. I'm drinking decaf. And might even have green tea, later. Plus, definitely time to think lunch thoughts.

Monday's writing progress report

August 20, 2007:

Mitch Chevrolet/The Curse of the Werewolf

New Words: 750
Total Words: 9000
Pages: 36
Reason for stopping: Quota.
Stimulants: Decaf.
Exercise: tsk tsk, none.
Mean Things: Mitch is looking though medical reports he can't make heads or tails of. (Hm. Maybe he should ask Vera as well as go to the library for a medical dictionary.)
Typo du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: No darling today.
Books in progress: I'm being lazy. No progress, just more comic books.
The glamour: I don't have a working ceiling light right now, so I can't see the colors on the puzzle pieces clearly enough at night with just the upright lights. Meaning I doubt I'll finish this thing, but it's weird. I seriously have no memory of this jigsaw puzzle whatsoever. I bought this for myself? I must have, no one ever gives me art, even if it's art cut into 1000 little pieces.