I've got approximately 1100 words written on the yuletide
story! I hate each and every one of them, but I'm still farther along that I was 48 hours ago! I'm not entirely sure how far along I am in the story. I'm going to say halfway, but I've been writing it out of order, so I can't really say for sure.
I'm at work today, and with luck nobody will need ref help so I get get more of it done. XD
Over 1400 words now, but I do have to admit that a lot of them are large paragraphs of [[[And then this happens here in this way]]].
All but two scenes and one ... er, bit, for want of a better word, done. Naturally, these are the parts I've been avoiding as long as possible. :D 1700ish words at the moment, but part of that is the paragraphs describing what's supposed to happen in the missing bits. XD
So I post to LJ in an attempt to procrastinate those bits some more.
I want a nap.
The ref boss-type person sent me home an hour early (not that big a deal: we trade off at the desk, and the 9-6 person gets relieved at 5 and makes themself busy in their office for the last hour), and I'm just tired. But if I sleep now, I'll screw up my sleep schedule even more, which will make next week at work No Fun At All. :P
Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal [if you like] and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
While I was eating dinner, I started watching one of the ubiquitous house-flipping shows; this one called Property Ladder. And it's become hugely entertaining, mostly because it's an awesome exercise in epic FAIL. Two friends go in on a condo with starry-eyed idealism and a plan to renovate it in two weeks on a budget of $12,000. Um. Well, first they expect to save a ton of money because they're hiring a friend to help and doing all the work themselves. Or maybe not. One of the guys is claiming that they agreed he wasn't to do any manual labor.
And it totally goes downhill from there: they never hired a dumpster, and so the condo association is threatening them with fines for using their dumpsters, the two people doing the actual work sneak behind the other guy's back and do demolition that he doesn't want, and then he shuts down the project (apparently he's got control of the money somehow) for ten days while they argue argue argue, and when it gets started again they still can't agree on anything, and it's just all FAIL FAIL FAIL.
I love this, because no matter how badly I screw something up, I can look back on this and say that at least I'm not one of these guys.
(P.S. Their mortgage payment is $4000/month. HAH! And did I mention the no-manual-labor guy keeps wanting to do feng shui stuff instead of actual renovation?)
ETA: HA HA HA. Total cost? $25,000. Time? 16 weeks. The kitchen? Looks pretty damn crappy. XD Closet doors? Missing. Etc.
GAH. HOW MUCH SNOT CAN ONE HEAD HOLD?
All of it, I fear.
A wee bit over 1900 words, now, and one of the remaining sections down.
Ideally I'd get this thing DONE tonight so I can send it out to the person who's graciously agreed to beta, and get it rewritten and/or polished in the next couple of weeks, so it will be OVER and DONE WITH and I can pretend to forget about it until Christmas.