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Can I just tell you? If you ever have some kind of large, involved project, don't ever, ever assume that you'll remember anything. If what you had for breakfast that morning will ever be necessary to you, write it down. Because I've got all these sketches of plots and conspiracies and I have no idea how the hell they were supposed to work. And they're extremely detailed, very fleshed out, and I'm still sitting here unable to follow half of it.
So that's what I've spent most of the week so far doing--sneaking upstairs whenever the pupses fell asleep, reading my old notes and drafts, and trying to reorient myself. The problem is that I've set up this--well, I was going to say "giant conspiracy," but really, it's not. ( Black Ribbon blather; how to fix plot tangles )
(Yes, linkspam will come back soon. Right now, I'm just kind of enjoying actually writing entries instead of compiling them.)
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch,
1. We've just discovered we owe $4000 in back taxes, which is so very, very bad;
2. Shelby's having a hard time eating her Milk Bones, so I think she may be close to losing some baby teeth;
3. I don't have to go to the dentist on Thursday, which thrills my soul;
4. Sister Girl also has her Culinard graduation buffet on Thursday, and I'm digging through my closet for anything remotely nice to wear;
5. And I have some massive bathroom cleaning to do before the Evans air-conditioning tuneup guy comes on Friday. Which sounds like a non sequitur, except that you have to go through the bathroom to get to the attic door. No, I don't know who thought that was a good idea either.
So that's what I've spent most of the week so far doing--sneaking upstairs whenever the pupses fell asleep, reading my old notes and drafts, and trying to reorient myself. The problem is that I've set up this--well, I was going to say "giant conspiracy," but really, it's not. ( Black Ribbon blather; how to fix plot tangles )
(Yes, linkspam will come back soon. Right now, I'm just kind of enjoying actually writing entries instead of compiling them.)
Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch,
1. We've just discovered we owe $4000 in back taxes, which is so very, very bad;
2. Shelby's having a hard time eating her Milk Bones, so I think she may be close to losing some baby teeth;
3. I don't have to go to the dentist on Thursday, which thrills my soul;
4. Sister Girl also has her Culinard graduation buffet on Thursday, and I'm digging through my closet for anything remotely nice to wear;
5. And I have some massive bathroom cleaning to do before the Evans air-conditioning tuneup guy comes on Friday. Which sounds like a non sequitur, except that you have to go through the bathroom to get to the attic door. No, I don't know who thought that was a good idea either.
