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Mar. 10th, 2009

It's been days since an update. What've I been doing? Mainly rocking that ebook! I'm up to 16K words now ... and it just might possibly get finished before I leave. Maybe. If I can continue to have no other life than just to sit and mindlessly plonk on the keyboard, it just might get done.

And there've been bouts of panic about leaving in six days and hating every item of clothing I own, and debating flying to London in a bathrobe and shopping for a new wardrobe. And then more panic over the clothes strewn around the bedroom which I must clean before [info]takhys comes to housesit. *sigh* Life is hard.

So that's been my week, exciting as it is. And it will continue to be this way for the next few days. I'm sure you're all so very excited!

P.S. PSA: I'm not a big fan of Twitter, they're too random for my tastes. Thanks to [info]firefly124, here's how you can filter them from your flist: 1) Go to Customize Journal Style (LJ or IJ). 2) Click on Custom CSS. 3) Add this line in the Custom Stylesheet box: .loudtwitter { display: none!important } (I just put it at the bottom of my code there; if you don't have any custom code, just put it in the box and make sure "Yes" is clicked above on "Use base weblog") 4) Save changes. You'll still see the entry, but now you'll just see the line "Shipped by twitter" and you can choose to click on it or not.

Dec. 28th, 2008

Bathtubs, generation gaps, and a year of writing

The Bathtub Gang met yesterday for another all-day soak: a marathon viewing of the original Queer As Folk, followed by chatting and squeeing and general loveliness. What a great way to spend the holiday!

Of course, the fun we had was inversely proportional to the agony of trying to explain to my father how I'd spent my day yesterday. "See, we have a chatroom..." "A what?" "And I'm there with people from New Zealand and Georgia and Illinois..." "And they come up to Canada?" "No, Dad, it's online." "Over the phone?" *headdesks* I quickly gave up and we reverted to our standard talk of the weather. "Is there still snow up there?" "Yes, Dad, it's winter in Canada, there's still snow..."

That writing meme
I was so jealous of the people who'd written enough last year to warrant doing this meme. I'd written about two stories then, didn't seem much point.