cornerofmadness

I wasn't sleepy last night and busy but we can blame a pot of coffee for that. That wasn't the reason for the weirdness. I didnt' go to be til nearly 2 but I was suddenly SO HUNGRY I had to get back up to eat something because my stomach was cramping. So I get back to bed at 3, wake up at 6 then 8 then gave up.

Felt fine all day until I came home. Thank goodness for writing time at the library. My will power faded. I did at least get some of the living room cleaned. Not nearly enough but some.

I found out that David Garrett will be in Pittsburgh next March. I call mom and tell her to get tickets.

Mom - Okay, who is he?

Me - world class violinist.

MOm- ew. I don't want to see that. Now if he were a pianoist.

I could not get her to agree to go see a violinist. I'm not sure what she has against the violin but apparently all these years mom has been harboring a hatred of the instrument. Sad. It's one of my favorites.

I'll be back later with word count and snippet. I just killed and pan fried two 10 year olds. I'm going to hell.

ETA -

3594 / 50000
(7.19%)

Killingsworth pointed to the gleam of embers near a rustic bench near a creek.

Reanna flashed her light over, picking up a cast iron skillet on the embers.

“I do not want to look in that pan,” Placid muttered.

“There's something on the bench.” Reanna swooped over to get it. It was a note.

“Oh hell,” Killingsworth moaned. “Tell me that's not.”

Placid stared into the pan. There was meat in the pan, seared with what looked like peas. His stomach felt like it was trying to stuff itself up and out of his mouth. “Is anything on that paper?”

“Dear detectives, I know it will be a long night for you. I made you a little something to tide you over. Those darlings were quite delicious with a bit of wine,” Reanna read, her voice tremulous.

Declutter day 164 item tossed -Blue denim shirt why kept -Wore it why tossed-Not into this style currently, also it is nearly 20 years old…

p.s

o_mother_o was right, one of the eggs I bit and was thrown out of the nest is reappearing when I post but I don't even HAVE that code! Nor does it appear on my scroll. What's this all about?

Well honestly I'll be suspending the writerly ways until after nano so I don't waste time writing them. I'll just drop by on a Sunday with a yearly word count.

I did have one quick writerly way thought though about blurbs. For the love of god people have someone help you with them, especially on goodreads and especially those who are self pubbing. A blurb should be a quick taste of what the book is about. I read so many of them on goodreads because of the giveaways. Some leave me with no clue what the book is about so I don't bother. Others are SO long, I give up and also move on. Neither is a way to sell a book. Lastly if your blurb includes things like "she can't decide between the super sexy alpha male or the mysterious hot newcomer,' I am going to assume you're seventeen and not buy your book either (seriously one had almost those words yesterday and foolish me I didn't copy it then for snickering purposes).

Though I didn't waste all that much time today considering my drug-resistant migraine and the trigeminal neuralgia and all the dust killing my asthma. I did get the winter clothes all out and I really need to go through the manga on my hope chest. I have SO many manga that I have just one in the series. It's time to get rid of those.

I got some of the kitchen cleaned and took apart the trap in the tub to try and clean it. I couldn't even get the makeshift snake down it. I don't see where it drains into. weird shit.

I am writing too, so that's something. I also have this strange feeling of dissatisfaction with life in general. I hate when I get like this. Sigh.

declutter day 165 item tossed- Stars and moon shower curtain why kept-Used it why tossed -It tore, planned to use it to protect the outside cat shelter but never did and the shelter is with my uncle for his cat now

Yearly word count -

132433 / 150000
(88.29%)

nano -

5718 / 50000
(11.44%)

This snippet is the beginning of chapter two. Placid swore loudly, hopping on one foot. He only had one foot that was till flesh and bone, filled with nerves while the other was neuro grafted metal. So why was it always the living foot he kicked into something and never the metal one?

Trouble, his cat, cracked an eye at him, yawned dismissive of his pain, then curled up tighter. A dog might have at least investigated why he was bellowing in pain. Placid tumbled onto his couch, sitting on a couple of books he had tossed there. A pile of books had been what leap out of nowhere to gnaw off his little toe from the feel of it. His whole apartment looked like it had vomited books all over itself. It wasn't Placid's fault. Mount Oliver's main library had a fundraiser sale of older and duplicate books and he went for those faster than Trouble did catnip. He hadn't had time to organize it yet. Frankly, he didn't know where he'd put them all, but it didn't matter. His brain only processed 'books!' and the desire to own them all.