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Called in sick yesterday due to a persistent nausea and queasiness. As is usually the case when I call in sick, I felt better about two hours later and then felt guilty for wasting a sick day. However, since I'm still kind of nauseous (and am going in to work anyway; can we say "macho idiot"?) I don't feel too bad about taking the day off.

While the nausea could be blamed on the campaign season, it certainly isn't the result of the election. Hell yeah! I believe the next item on my cosmic wish list was either a pony or impeachment, so I'll start stocking up on hay and oats and tar and feathers. If nothing else, I could stick feathers on the pony.

As a result of calling in sick, I managed to finish the first draft of the new novel. It's, well, bad. It's currently a lot of plot bits and shiny things held together with string and spittle. But I think with one good overhaul, it might be ready for critique (which will, of course, result in more overhauls, all for the better). In the meantime, there are short stories to revise.

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I managed to finish the first draft of the new novel.

Hot damn! Good for you!

Yar! And soon, soon it will be under the knife.

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Thanks. I think I'll go home tonight and not do much of anything, in hopes of staying better.

Huzzah for finishing the novel!

And as for your icon, I'd thought it was a Babylonian joke until just recently, when I saw other people talking about "Ur [noun]", which left me highly confused, and then I got someone to define it for me. Kids today and their rotten spelling.

Well, it was the result of a conversation that started with "IM IN SUMERIA BUILDIN UR ZIGGURATS" so that's not off the mark.

And thanks. With any luck I'll have it in readable form soon.

Yay first draft! Editing is always easier than writing. :)

It is? In some ways, I guess -- in others it's more daunting, when I see what I've gotten wrong and how much it'll take to fix it.

Well I dunno, I'm not a professional writer. :) Editing is an incremental process, which is easier for me than that initial whoosh of new material onto the blank page. Then again, I can relate to the issue of not wanting to reread old stuff in case it's completely stupid. On the gripping hand, it's important to get myself to write that first draft, so it's better for me to believe that editing is easier, even if it's true or not. :)

Ha! Great icon.

And you are a macho idiot. I can't believe you beat me on the macho idiot scale. *sulks*

Ha-ha! For my next trick, I will accidentally drive a nail through the fleshy bit of my hand, then instead of going to a hospital, go around showing it to people and then remove the nail using a claw hammer!

You say that like you've done it before.

...maybe.

Actually, this splendid demonstration of macho belongs to one of my old coworkers. Dang. Went straight through the bit between thumb and forefinger.

congrats on the novel!

about the icon...

Running the House is a woman's job, after all....

*snerk* thank you. This makes me happy.

Hey, get cracking and you can have this book ready to go out by the time Sheila has read your last one! (Actually, not a bad thing.) :)

*blink* *blink*

aaaAAAAaaaaaAAAAnot thinking about that.

No, this is going to take more than a couple of months. It's...well, I think I've got a handle on it, but figuring out that one big change will take some doing.

Well, it was more a comment on her reading speed than anything else. Don't sweat it. :)

Finished the . . . wow. Just. Wow.
You rule so incredibly much.

I had my second workshop yesterday. Figuring out the great big central linear, heart-of-things, you know, PLOT? Man, I totally and completely sympathize.

*hug* feel better!

I just keep seeing shiny objects and running after them, trailing plot threads behind me...