I was supposed to accomplish things this weekend. Specifically, to spend a great deal of time on finishing off something I'm supposed to be writing, and face up to my accounts.
Instead, I've faffed, drunk, and rehung a door (finally discovering as I did that the reason why it had been sticking for the whole of the three and a half years I've been living here was that the upper hinge was buggered). And read a lot. And danced around the flat to Kirsty MacColl...
Ooops.
Still, seems it's the same for successful professional authors.
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Date: 2005-05-30 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-31 04:54 am (UTC)*files away the information*
And I wrote for some 5 hours today, from 3.30 am to 8.30 am. :)
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Date: 2005-05-31 10:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-31 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-31 12:21 pm (UTC)Never mind that, 'dance' was the intersting verb here.
Ooops
Date: 2005-06-01 02:11 pm (UTC)The trouble with saying so in your blog, though, is that you remind tall, handsome, athletic editors that you're running late on owing them something. Otherwise, t'was the perfect crime.
Re: Ooops
Date: 2005-06-01 02:36 pm (UTC)Um.
Yes, I see that now.
Re: Ooops
Date: 2005-06-01 02:37 pm (UTC)Re: Ooops
Date: 2005-06-01 03:44 pm (UTC)